Prayer and Meditation

I hear many bells ringing now that evening is approaching. Only one will never sound, only one is eternally silent. Deep bell of my happiness. Once more in the evening time sing that song full of bliss over my hill. To whom I once raised my young brow, listening, while still walking along bright paths at my lover's hand. It was a gloomy winter morning, as if it didn't want to day at all, and a dull bell was rung in the fog.

And when the dull bell, the only one, soon faded away, a hot funeral song, a single verse, was sung. It was a poor, old man who was swaying at his staff for a long time, gloomy, soundless, like his life's path, so was his path to the grave. Now he hears angelic choirs singing in the clear heights and a beautiful, full sound swinging through all worlds.

Wedding Bells

The longing rings in me like a soft bell. Don't know where she's singing from, where she's singing to, because I can't listen. Life drives me wildly, roars around me with a roar, and gradually the bell falls silent and softly rings out. It is only made for the holiday and much too fine for its bebebanging beat to intrude on the lust for noise. It is a sound from where everything is celebration. I wish I was where you forget about the noise. Once upon a time there was a bell that went boom, boom.

And once upon a time there was a flake that fell like in a dream. It fell like in a dream. It sank down so quietly, like a piece of angel's feathers from the silver starry space. Once upon a time there was a bell that went boom, boom. And a flake fell, as quietly as a dream. As quiet as a dream. And when many thousands fell quietly, the whole earth was white, as if with angel down. Then the whole earth was white, as if with angel down.