deathless

age pokes holes into your skin
routine´s a desert that rubs you dry
and still you hear the same songs spin
and flip with the fountains in your heart

weariness paves the well trodden paths
steps stiffen on the rim of light
and still you feel the same raw lust
when your eyes flash for a photograph

you walk in circles and plea for the end
but after all it´s a flower
you painted in the sand

may waves and winds wash out your days
as long as you stay
and feel, and hear and smell
the girl that wanders amongst the stars
and neither fears the dirt nor the wet