Kristian Goldmund Aumann

Farewell

The dream seems lost…
A hug
And then
Maybe it is time
I will go back to the shore
Where
I can throw sand into the sea
Watch the singing waves
From them comes the future
And the dream
Is still far
From being lost
Countless moments in the water
Silhouettes in blue
Where the sky…
And the rings are silent
Within
The Floating Time

KRISTIAN GOLDMUND AUMANN
AUTHOR/MARCH/2011