I waited on a cold sunny morning
With frost on birch trees - die back soon
Placed my soul under stems and blooms
Silence has yet not curiously loomed
Out of susurrus - ‘oh, how true the world once was!’
On this lucid, airy morning; I will spin and slew
But another night; in these hours I so lurched
And I sang to death: ‘must I be purged?
Above a heaven; by my deathless kings?
Trickled tears; they washed away my sins!’
For all that! At this night
I now hold on to the moon
With its weeping but so gracious heart
Died with me and has torn the world apart
Such a graceful majesty!
A daring almost!
And a current in the light of the sky
Seemed it not - a prying try?
As dusk is like a veil
Falling in love - for real!
For a spark of reason
And for the scents of coming season
For the splendor of clouds
That are like vagabond angels
Singing melodies of peace
With the richness of senses
And the soot of the fired night
Resounds to cover
A warming blanket
For another morning - to hover
The sky. The purple, loving sky!
A vein of the day
Just an handful away
The grace of divine luster
The audacity of magic
A sentimental of mine
“ (…)They mutter in shock. And their remedies - dry as primroses of a past, lay before them - sunk in their mud. A sharp time and yet a seductive tale. God! They just abhor it!”
I’ve missed the time that I had stopped
In a single minute of need
I let the liberty of silence speak
Which man would not want to
Save this kind of freedom
To save this right to weep - to let them lead?
A quiet moment
That was my anchor truth
My observation in my own lived youth
An ending of a sacrifice
Of one’s own happiness devised
This! Oh, this!
Was my way in that moment
And this is next to me so dormant
Avenging just a single blink
Sometimes in the dark - it there will sink
I met you - flashing; this, is my passing!
Going through the valley near
Believe me, friend! My dear!
Time is not my helper - never
It is my enemy - so ever!