High, high above me.
Far, far below me.
I see the stars - I see the light!
But all around me - I see
only endless night.

I reach for the star,
I haste my pace.
The light walks right by my side
on an adjacent line, so I see
that we strive for the same deed,
but will never meet

I see the light bending around me,
hiding me, concealing my misery
For I am one, for I am
none.

It's not question whether I want or whether I don't,
Whether I will. Whether I won't.
Though I may ask, if
this is a task for me to succeed.

It comes closer, closer yet
though I could bet
that I do not move,
not a one step.

I feel the heat
burning my skin,
but yet I feel the joy
embracing my body, asking me
to reveal the whole of my being.

In the end, when
I reach the star or
is it the star that reaches me
only to see the world crashing on me.

© 1999 Tero Kalliomaa

There is a world
beyond your dreams
beyond your fantasy.
They say
it is called reality.

It is a hard place to live,
they say.
Yet you know,
it is the only way.

How then, could any man or
even a woman, face
such a horrible case
or endure the pain?

There is an answer
in the air
such as faint
such as plain
as is the hope
as are the clouds that
cover the sky.

But my friend, are you
willing, are you able
to let your thoughts
fly free and wild and
in the end,
touch the sky-high?

© 1999 Tero Kalliomaa

What is this fearful force,
power that suppresses every other?

Is it the faith that roars inside of us,
in the turmoil of our soul?

Have I the force, the power and the light
the holy universality of the faith?

Why then do I feel so small,
so insignificant in the face of others?

Don't they see how I struggle to keep,
to keep my being together?

Yet is it not true that they
possess the same supreme power?

Is it not our share to control
the enchanted force of individuality?

© 1999 Tero Kalliomaa