Youre within reach But out of here. Your breath and warmth Are always near - But lost to me. I´m bound by laws And chained in time. Im filth and lie And flesh of mine - (But) your traces in me. That grain of light You sent to here Goes unattainable to me - Goes underground. Your depht and height Removed from me. In mind and blood Ill gradually - Turn to stone. (K.-U. Skerra)