sie liebt dich...

he was standing quiet
not knowing what he should do...

she had just affirmed something
but the language was too hard for him to get...
a foreign tongue...
alien kind...
and he had never been very good with reading mind...

failed he earlier twice...
frozen state
Ice
had he all deservingly embraced...
and that had given him all...
a newly discovered dress...

and he stood...
looking at the sky...
blue...
and the road ahead seemed golden
and he had emboldened Hope
'with Faith comes Hope...
and with Hope comes Charity...'
he muttered absent from the real
into unreal he smoothly slipped...
into visions of Moses crossing the sea...
into the crucifix that dripped blood as good as wine...
he had visions generated sublime...

then ...
just then
a nun...
an old one
in her pure white cape...
and in her white white dress...
passed by him...
on the road...
the golden glistening one...
and while passing by
she just to him cast a smile
and said so soft...so so good...
she said:
'sie liebt dich...'

he stood
profound
with only one sound
of a gong...
a church bell...
singly struck...

'sie liebt dich...'
he thought he distinctly heard...
and he thought of Beatles...
The boyish band ...
and it was deutschland...

and he thought of treading towards the light...
golden light of the noon...