On a voyage

There are lines on your face

Your life can’t be easy, in any ways

I always see it when you smile

Your pain is also mine

 

We’re sitting on the sofa in my flat

 Kissing softly and we both are glad

Except for something you’ve brought from the past

It was not lost, it’s still here and lasts

 

On a voyage through your heart

We face a dark night

The wind is blowing in our sail

Listening to the waves, we’ve no reason to fail

 

Time runs out and hours slip by

With broken wings, we can’t fly 

  We carry on talking about flowers

The sign of poetic lovers

 You’ll have to return to your inner garden

To water plants and then relieve the burden

 

There are lines on your face

It’s o.k., but then I’ll play my ace

You just need more fire taken to your maze

I will do it to see your lovely face

See your lovely face

 

On a voyage through your heart

 

(ovlivněno myšlenkou psychoanalytického sezení, které někdy může silou přenosů způsobit lásku, viz S.Spielrein)