With you, old Cupid’s pie
Hit me right in the eye.
I strayed up love’s spires
Played in beauty’s shires.
Dinner in a windswept place,
We shared chips in loose embrace.
You pulled your rollneck higher,
A twig popped in the fire …
All that’s whole can fall apart
And the cold snow found
The cracks in a heart.
But then, no blood’s been drawn.
There’s love whence love has gone,
And the skies we knew
Still look great in blue.
Behind the hurt and gloom
More days and welcomes bloom,
And where notes went wrong
There’s a whole new song.
Mind, despite this forming art,
Once you’re zooming on
Some old wounds may smart.
Like Adam and his Eve
We run, sinners, God knows why.
There’s no goodbye, no apple pie
But more to die for.
We wake with nosy eyes
And bake our own damn pies
Knowing dreams come true
As it was with you.
For our hopes in time reform
And go home into
The eye of the storm.
Helmut Hauke 