Where does my heart go when I am asleep?
Where does my breath leave to?
Where do the lost ones set their head to a last rest?
Where do the lonely ones get their sole purpose?
Where will we end and the new day begin?
Swept off to some distant dream’s horizon,
knocked down from the too far evening,
landed in this brilliant twilight between,
the here and the tomorrow…
Where did my heart go off to while I was sleeping?
Where does the night reach the morning,
and
where do the undreamt pieces of my everloving heart go?
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