Mornight
(a fairy-tale About Two Possibilities)

I.
 Water is never sorry
 For what is torn apart
 It never whisper that after night
 Morning surely must come
 
 Water even knows how
 To pull its waves down under the surface
 
 Like blood flowing through the heart
 In its own time
 Water brings dreams to some
 And morning to others
 
 II.
 Night soars
 Wanders
 And sleep ages by the hour
 I haven´t an inkling - wound!
 What shape you will take in the morning
 Morning!
 
 What are you warning me of - wound!?
 That you float away prom me in the morning?
 Mor-
 
 -night is rushing off somewhwre
 But whare should I put my wound
 Before waking?
 What should I do with you inside me - wound!?
 Is morning always on hand?
 Wound!
 
 III.
 Water wild - water deep...