Here in this dark and endless soul
Whales are swimming through my brain.
And lightness‘s all around - there‘s no ground,
This water‘s made of gold.
Their touching skin is like grey silk,
And I feel a soft light wind.

With painful eyes, they look at me,
I get sleepy from their sounds.
So tired of this world - their song means home.
My body‘s filled with sea.
I start to sing my song with them
And from this moment on we‘re friends.

They seem to be from a different land,
And their strange sound is taking me home.
Somehow it‘s sad but also full of hope.
I love those whales swimming through my soul.

©Isa Wiss_2000