468 moons and 9 cold nights
I wandered the earth alone.
As a little girl I dreamed of being
a circus princess on a flying horse.
In every frog I saw a prince
whose spell I break with my kiss.
In vain I waited for the noble knight
to appear and save me from the world.
When I realized, there is no knight
and all my dragons I fight alone.
I learned to save myself and I swallowed my tears.
My body was strong and I mastered the sword.
I saw ugliness and I treasured beauty.
My laughter was bright and I kept silent in darkness.
I screamed and I whispered,
my prayer was humble and my cursing was wild.
468 moons and nine cold nights
I prepared to love you.
I have always been faszinated with towers and I am confident that one day I will live in one.
The tower you have just visited is the Juliusturm in Berlin-Spandau and the poem in between the pictures is part of a nine poem poetry cycle I wrote a little while ago that has originally nothing to do with towers. It was the spirit of old stones and poetry coming together in a magic act I did not foresee. May the magic force of the tower be with you -
just sit and listen,
and be prepared. Cheers!