Gedichte über das Gedicht - Seite 330

Come with me and take my hand.
This is not supposed to be the end.
Follow me into the light
And I will hold you very tight.
For suffering fades in memories
We’ll all be free from worries.

We’re lying on a magic meadow
Where weeds will never grow.
Listening to the rushing river
We’re never supposed to shiver.
Because above our heads
The sun never sets.

Forgetting about all the mess
I look at your hand which I caress.
Staring at your friendly face
It all starts to fall into place—

Being here with you must be my destiny
Since our love shall last in eternity.
Then I close my eyes
And I notice — we have arrived in paradise.