Come night,
Dress me up.
Erase the mind,
No hurting pup.
Dreams of reality.
I avoid lights intensity.
It is so dark,
Simply shows through me.
Try to save,
Wise thought,
Rich feeling,
The day that we ought …
Simple, what is,
Used thinking.
If reality gets hollow,
Truth becomes nights inking.
And as I dream of the day,
As sweet as it seems.
It is a lie,
Of which truth deems.
I look into the sun
Sense the light
Am I awake already?
No, I don’t take fright.
Johanna nion Blau, übersetzt aus dem Deutschen ins Englische am 25. Oktober 2026