Phoenix is not dead

blue words

 

The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single,
All things by a law divine
In one another’s being mingle –
Why not I with thine?

See the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdain’d its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea –
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?#

[P.B. Shelley]

 

für alle meine Freunde

Wenn ich fortziehen muss,
meine Freunde verlassen,
dann mag es sein,
dass tausend Kilometer
uns voneinander trennen.

Aber im Herzen
gibt es keine Kilometer.