We Are LovedHush! Hush! – Be quiet.Angels were on their journey.They wanted to be with you for a while.Only God knows why they had left.They came from God – there they are again,Did not want down to our Earth.Only a waft of them remains behind,In your heart a great piece.Now, they will be with you forever.Do not forget them. They were so tiny.When a wind blows, on a mild day,So imagine that it was the beat of their wings.And you ask yourself where they might be.A tiny angel is never alone.Now, they can see all colorsAnd can walk barefoot through the clouds.And even if you miss them so muchAnd you weep because they are not with you,So imagine, that in Heaven where they are now,They say with pride:“We are loved!”
Your Loyal GuardianHe holds your doom in his hand,Protects you, without tarrying,Knots with you a bond of trust,Accompanies you in dreams.Guiding your way onSafe paths at any time,He will endow you withPrudence and honesty.You only become aware of himIn hopeless hours,In the view of greatest danger,Which you have overcome.Also in your deepest dreamHe will never tell you his name,Floating between time and space,You will still recognize him.Patiently, he looks down on you,And guards your well-being,Tries always, again and againTo preserve you from evil sins.He is an exact image of youAnd lives in your heart,Receives hardly a thanks for it,Helps you with mental suffering.A being from paradise –It can only be –Embedded gentle in dream-land sweet -Your guardian angel.
Your AngelWhen the morning sun shinesAfter the dawn has vanished,Nature and mood will combine.The world shows itself in a new garment.When it is foggy and rainy,Good humor should not pass away.The day is blessed anyhow.This we have to understand at first.When the night is very dark,Uneasiness often fills your heartWhen you miss the angel then,Who takes away your grief, sorrow and pain.When you long for him quietly,And you know no other way out.When you are nearly in dire straits,A light promises relief.When you cannot see the angel,And you cannot feel his nearness,Your hope should not falter.He will stay loyal all your life.
Guardian AngelSongs of the wind ring silentlyThrough the quite dark night.Only the moon with bright gleamLights you in golden splendor.When you stand calm at your window,And you look up to the starlight,You feel deep in your heartThat you will never be alone.Angels hover through the air,Lay their smooth arms gentlyAround your shoulder in affectionAnd hold you tight and warm.They dry quiet your burning tears,Bring you a bright light.With respect and full amazementYou hear how your guardian angel speaks softly.I will always protect youWhen your heart weeps desperately.Deep in your heart you will feelThat man and angel are joined.
Angels Guide Your WayAngels heal your wounds.During the night in your tearful hoursThey put their wings tender and warmAround your shoulders like an arm.You will feel peace in you,Calmness that enters the heart.He will softly touch the soulSo that grief flees silently.He soothes quietly with gentle handScars that still burn in you,Then you will recognize happiness as well.This has found its way to you today.Hope will carry you with a smileFaith will lead you to the light.Close your eyes without questions,Feel the confidence in you.Angels guide your way,No matter where your step leads you to.When you cross narrow pathsYou will feel how he touches you softly.
Weeping WillowI feel the warmth of a summer day –The sky so wonderful in blue,The grass in saturated green.Step by stepI come to meet you.Along the waySo many thoughts,So many words in my head.The stony way becomes shorterAnd I see you approaching.To my leftThe blue lake in which you are reflected.I arrive!I touch your leaves.Weeping willow... Oh, weeping willow ... do you feel me?Do you feel the scars burning me?Please remove it!I thank you!Weeping willow... Oh, weeping willow... do you see me?Do you see my silent tears?Please take them away!I thank you!Weeping willow... Oh, weeping willow... do you understand me?Do you recognize my courage?Please support me!I thank you!You stand at the lake,So quiet and calm –For me it is a place so peaceful and wise.You seem to be full of sorrow,But this picture is an illusion.Weeping willow... Oh, weeping willow...You are my hold.With you it never gets coldIn this world.Your foliage hangs down sadly,But it serves a
October Full MoonYour blood-red fruit in the sky let my soul flow,You draw me slowly to yearning distances,And while the crows’ croaks echo on foggy fields,I travel to the stars, full of nostalgia.The wind in the willows whistles with sorrowful flute tune,And while I follow you to the destinations of our dreams,I cast a glance at the scenery full of fruits.From the depth of the earth, song and whisper raise.Our love was already gone before it began.I could only search but I never found you.The sand of the hourglass vanished between our hands,I had to get over the unavoidable farewell.The gossamers of past dreamsCover my thoughts like a web.They make the brown-colored leafless trees shakeAs well as my walk.October full moon, take me with you on the journey.Help me to fly to the other side of summer.In a magical, eternal wayYou and I will walk together under the fresh green leaves.
The Soul GathererIn the night, he sparkled bright and clear.He was a child of the universe,Rejected by all,Because his thoughts wandered around her only.She was taboo for himBut she turned his heart and mind.Innocently, she did it –Begged him for help.He listened to her when she sang to him.Nothing ever sounded more beautiful to him.A jade priestess she wasAnd he the moon prince – unequaled.She made him believe that she did not know him.Their hearts melt into one another.Never, she would know that the moon prince stole her soul,Banned it into a jaded figurine, dancing to her melody.A beautiful dancer she was on top of a musical box –Wound up, the song of her heart could be heard.Asking everybody for a wish she could grant –Her voice rang in her victims’ heads.She was ready to fulfill each wish.But in turn the wisher had to forget a loving person.His soul became her prey –For she was cursed – the Soul Gatherer.“Do you have a wish?
Luckily StrandedI sit on a rock.My boat lies over there on the beach.I look into the light of the sinking sun,Have escaped from moist death.But luck stayed my companion.It guided me to this bay.When the keel of the boat brushed the sand,The gloomy force of the storm died.Now I sit here in the sun fire.Thoughts float along foam crowns.I am happy that I can dream hereBecause I got away and was saved.I see a face in the distanceAnd smiling I whisper “thanks” towards it.But then I feel your warmth,With which I have slept in.
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