Seashell Singer

Seashell singer
On the shore
Stares longingly
Forevermore
Upon the waves
That broke her heart,
And stole from her
The missing part.
The missing one
Who made her whole.
The other piece
To the wretched soul.

Barefoot on
The broken street,
Dancing on
Her barren feet,
Skipping
On forsaken ground
Never will
She make a sound
Apart from
Haunting melodies,
Foreign songs
With angry beats.
That spin tales
From another day,
The entire world
Was once her stage.

Wild hair
And wild heart
With which one
Must always part,
Least the world
Insulted grows,
And with you
They insulted grow.
For if it does,
And if they do,
Expect the world
Will shatter you.
The world breaks everyone
In turn
And those that fight
Receive it worst,
The Passionate,
The Brave and Kind,
All of them
Will testify,
Like the singer
On the shore,
They all stare,
Forevermore,
Longing, hoping,
Whole-soul wishing
For he parts
That they are missing.

Seashell singer
On the shore
Stares longingly
Forevermore
And dances on
Her dirty feet;
A gypsy on
The broken street.