Balloons sail over the sea
In my mind I sail along
Over flapping laundry
the world is more beautiful
than I know it can be

The shadows glide on
through the gate of the winds
the breath of sun and moon
the whispering of secrets
for those who want to catch them

The clock hand stands still
and shakes ahead until midnight
the day starts anew
in the arms of the sphinx

who preserves what happens
and without looking around
sees all with blind eyes
which sometimes blink at you
when clouds pass over

to open up your heart
and your mouth for an answer
to the questions that are no riddles
but puzzles that fit
when you sail over them