a poem by Lukas Bartsch, English
Fly on my wings,
to the highest peaks.
Reach for the clouds,
and grasp them with my hands.
Are you an oasis in my desert?
A reflection in my water?
White gold on my neck?
Warm yourself in my heart.
Drink deep from my thoughts.
Emerge from my dreams,
and face me then,
with eyes unclouded,
and honey on your lips.