Robert Fischaleck
whispering nights
i set my sails and trust,
for all these flat and muddy waters
have no grace and ponder.
There might be harbour for the winters cold
and one or two exhausted,
to clean from pain and dust,
but as my heart will cry out soon, i know
it does not feel content with walls nor boundage
it does not even like the ones of lust.
To Your great stormy whispering nights
i turn my blinded sight, i have
to feel,
Your sweet aroma cleans my sence
from dust.
I see some beauty i have never touched
before.
I had to leave behind the good old
trodden gates,
i had to find my trust.
Within my darkest dream of You
I feel the ponder of a call
The echoe of a voice
i wouldn't think to be so near
a love so dear, like no one else
before
But many times before iíve walked
that room,
and once again i do,
The dream of love is always there
and if the waters at the shore could
speak,
the waves have sung Your song and
disappeared
and every time they fade away
they promise soon we' ll roar again
and once again they do,
the silence in between is like a
letter,
saying: I am missing You.