Strolling strangers (in a bubble)

We were strolling through the night
strangers and wandereres
so different, so alike
a bunch of cheerful shadows
under the street lights
in some other place
than yesterday, than tomorrow
Berlin impressions flickered on each face
that has seen and been
where wild cherries grow

We feasted on melon lemonade, cheap beer and heartfelt melodies
like children in a candy store
lake shell collectors on a shore
we greeted each stranger as a friend
"Cheers mate!"
is where it starts
and sometimes ends

The night was long
and skins turned grey
and we coloured the room with a lullaby song
and curled up in the bubble that made us stay
- a community of strangers
passing and frail
and blown through the loops
of longing and fate
which stole us away
from different lives, countries, homes
that voicelessly resonate in our souls

We floated in a bubble
removed from time, space and inner struggle
Just for one moment, just for one night
our ideals mingled freely
under the same Berlin ceiling
and looked upon us through a lens
seeing light and warm feelings
and children at play
pretending to be pirates, princesses,
Peter Pan and Rapunzel
in one wondrous fairytale

And we conquered a world
that only imagination can reveal
knowing that this night only
it is there, we are one, for real