White mist is floating through the forest of loneliness. I am dancing like a fairy. There’s silence except for the light whispers of the wind. I’m turning round my shoulders, making pirouettes of pain. An owl is sitting on a branch, its eyes glimmering in the dawn. Tears are steadily running down my cheeks. When the sun rises, the sunlight will be captured by them. The earth is damp. Its heavy smell is broadcast in this hour between night and day. Where are you, my love? Why don’t you come and embrace me? I want to feel your arms around me, your voice in my ear, your breath on my throat. The waterdrops on the moss beneath my feet are beginning to shimmer like crystals. My mind is light as a feder but my heart is pounding violently in my chest. The cry of the owl echoes in the beginning day. Come, my love, and save my from myself. Take influence on our lifes. Be my guard. The veil of the mist is vanishing as well as my hopes. I’m turning round and round and round like mad. There are only a few seconds until the night will be struggled down by the day. There’s still no sign of you! Now – the sun is sending its first arrows through the trees. In the moment they touch my skin, I’m breaking down. I’m lying open-eyed on the earth of the forest. My heart is silent now. As silent as a heart can ever be. My hand is streched out to reach for you. The owl has gone with the night. The golden light is pouring over the scenery and is captivated by the drying tears on my cheeks. Imprisoned in my heart is a dream which should not have been dreamt. In a few hours my heart will be cold and the forest will have forgotten me and my hopeless dance of love.