The hanging Gardens

The hanging gardens are long gone.
You show me grey streets
and I find myself again
You have the memory of wine-fuelled evenings
the intention to reach the summits

to start everything anew this time

memories of the time when you drank wine
the light-heartedness
gives way to the reality
that everything is different now

our hanging gardens have long since
car brands as ornaments
the grey streets have long been
are no longer grey

all that remains is the longing for
the hanging gardens