Thanks to my colleague from the forensic station back in 2010 for creating this wood burning piece in art therapy for me upon my request.
A face of warmth
in the icy voice
that touches the skin
of her blood-red
lips.
Sailing through
sweet temptation and stillness,
she is gardening her feelings,
just to fill and kill
her voice with
immortal weekend
fever.
A pearl of beauty
and a bloom of youth
flow freely within her
breezy voice.
As airy and filmy
as the flicker
of an aromatic
elixir-candle,
her hair is dancing
in the wind
and touching it
groundedly and flightily.
Astonishingly slow
seconds.
A motionless picture
becomes lively and strong
only because of
the imagination of
a fine and distinct
soul.
Keeping hold of
these wonders of charms
that lighten up
the blues in me.
The dream daughter
who will not be born
in this life.
I’m announcing your name
to say good-bye
to my dream
of being your mother
but I’m not leaving you
at all.
Vivien Amalie Stern or
Helena Rosalia Stern –
I love you still …
