‘tomorrow I’ll wake up’
it’s what I tell myself, already for a while
but I know that it will happen now.
tomorrow I’ll wake up,
and everything will change.
I will see the world with other eyes.
I will see and hear and distinguish
all colours and sounds
of tomorrow’s world.
I will speak another language -
the language of the soul and the heart.
all sorrow and worries will fade away,
for everything will be different
in the morning
on which I awaken.
He who speaks the language of the soul,
knows neither sorrow nor grief,
the melody of the coming day
has been composed already;
that I know quite well.
its pure tone I begin to hear -
and soon I will tune in.
what an awakening that will be!
never I’ll fall asleep again,
new delusions I create no more;
no longer do I wander in a gloomy and obscure world.
the transparent clarity of my day of tomorrow
is water from a living source -
you cannot get enough of it when quenching your
thirst.
how can one become saturated
of that which is holy?
I know that I’ll wake up tomorrow.
I see a star and a ray of light;
often I see a star,
sparkling, broken in gold and silver
and yet its light reaches my heart.
there, there is the gate that leads
to tomorrow;
a radiant entrane.
a world that waits and is different.
see, I take a step …
