Play me

Some years fade in the memory of life.
And then there is this one year
that you remember 
because it was like...
a whole life.

And you see yourself, 
in the play of life, 
feeling all the scratches, 
the tears of joy, the holding 
and letting go, 
the delusion and the realisation.

And life whispers

Play me.

For always I will bring you 
farewell and longing.

Play me!
I am yours.

Love me!
As I love you. 


(c) ideenlese