[Poem] Timo Schmitz: “Thou art my sweetest seasonal memory” (2013)

Again – you are away, but still I think of you all the time, The sky is so gray without you, disconnected is our line, I worry about it and I miss your appeareance, the taste of a good wine, Forgotten shalt thou be, ‘cause you won’t be mine. Should I force myself to forget

[Poem] Timo Schmitz: “Season doesn’t matter” (2013)

A corner, so lonely in the dust, The voices that the wind trusts, So fast coming near and happiness comes true, July, my heart still beats in passion for you. When I feel lonely I feel the mood of winter, Somehow warm, but in heart, the pain feels like a splinter, Don’t go away my

[Poem] Timo Schmitz: “Take me there” (2013)

The wind blows and blows, The river flows and flows, In one direction, there it goes, Somehow far, but still so low. Take me there where you belong, Sing a song of your lovely home, Desperate is the longing for July, A huge price without a loan. Take me there, where your heart wants to

[Poem] Timo Schmitz: “July feeling” (2013)

In the morning dark, so silent, Many people walking up and down, As if the world will end today. Water rushing everywhere, black are her eyes, Red is her touch, her body like glass otherwise, And on the soft skin, cold frozen ice. Like dust in the morning dawn, Her wings just want to fly,

[Poem] Timo Schmitz: “Unreachable” (2013)

The grass is green, the flowers begin to bloom, The snow is gone, on this hill awaiting bride and groom, Just the river seperates them from each other, And in her heart she loves another. Yellow dots showing out of the green, And the red ones are so small to see, Many people passing the

Timo Schmitz: “July’s arrival” (2013)

Heavy waves in the silent ocean, Thousands of roses awaiting that time, A storm of love, so suddenly broken, The thick sun’s light is shining in July. So careless as the windy storm, So thoughtless as it never had been before, July’s soft skin right in front of me, Her soul hidden behind, no way

Timo Schmitz: “Orange Sky in July” (2013)

A red rose in my hand, In July’s warm care, Would be a dream – no more sad, If July just dared. A white innocent one, So much things I can’t tell, Nothing you have done, Nothing you did well. Just a black dress, you wore, And you are so far away, Just that taste

Timo Schmitz: “My pretty July” (2013)

The wind it blows, the kiss good-bye, my heart is broken, in favor of July. The deep ocean is far, In the silence it dies, The desperate fear, The wings of July. The scene gets hotter, The heart just denies, The people so nervous, In front of me – July. The fear in my face,