No lust, no faith, no dreams,
and the squeezed off beauty in between
the hurricane and the deathly calm
when I find it hard to breathe.
No sins, no, no sex, no nights
that echo back to you with stars aligned
and lights spinning all around
like fireworks attacking the ground.
I don't need love to feel alive,
even though now it's time to need it -
I only need to raise my hand
with the pen and a piece of paper
in my fingers.
'Cause life is slipping out of me,
but I know the secret of the undying heart -
no lust, no jealousy, no anger, no love, no fear -
only eternal creation