Offering

You've lost your hands in war,
Cannot touch with
Your fingers
My softly curled hair
Anymore.

You've lost your legs in war,
Can not follow
My tracks in
The white sand
Under the sun.

You've lost your ears in war,
Can not hear
The birds
Singing about their
Love, anymore.

You've lost your tongue in war,
During asking for truth.
Wordless between the teeth,
But able to taste
The sweet smoke.

The wind will blow
White sand in your dark hair.
Decide to rest there!

Anybody will pass
And brush
The sticky sand aside.

Anybody will pass
And rescue
Your eyes from the sticky stones.

Anybody will let her heart
In fear
You could die.

Anybody will let her sung love
In fear
You could die.

Anybody needs to learn
That it was only your own heart
That kept you alive.