I lay in the grass

Listening of Keith Jarrett on a heavy raining evening.

I lay in the grass,

and let its blades

caress my cheeks,

to heal the scars.

I lay in the grass,

and let the sun

play with my face,

to hide the stains.

I lay in the grass,

and let the wind

cool off my temples,

to wipe the bursting worries.

I lay in the grass

and let the snails

draw slimy marks over my skin,

to remind me of ground.

And then,

I lay in the grass,

and let the raindrops

wash them,

to cleanse my soul.

Then,

I lay in the grass,

among thistles

and let them thorns

to rip my skin.

I lay in the grass,

numb,

and the silence recalled...

I loved her.