Nico (born Christa Päffgen; 16 October 1938 – 18 July 1988)
I feel so alone. I'm not.
You have gone somewhere else.
I look to you to see the truth.
I look inside and I see the truth.
You and I are just not there, here everywhere but you're just not here anymore. You're leaving. You're fading --we, you moved from dark into light. This is...I am and you remain an expression of the impossible dream, the possible dream of being but remember the dream is forbidden so prepare yourself for the long haul as I heard the wind howling out to the left...and as I travel the left hand path it said to me (in lieu of you) : I am the wind and you were hatched, you were born and it was then that I was born again.
words © wendy rose watson