A face

Forget a face erased
what should be put on a shelf
blurred photographies must tell
the future of farewell.

Seduction of a flower
the rose without the thorns
to touch a face and to feel
inside the thoughts whirling still.

Ink on those eyes but to disguise
the makeup we should bless
to stread forward and in disguise
to have our thoughts put in a mess,

as the magic film still revolves
in the howling of the wolves.


A night with Anna

Out of dawn
my land is sown,
i can not see
the break of you.

Legs in between
just arms that reach
out of sight
the death of night.

My shadow climbs
the upmost tree
just underneath
i sleep with you.

Forget, regret
the night we spent,
just consciousness
of someone else.


A song

A bulb of light,
an empty eye,
a fire and a rose
in an empty vase;

to live, to die,
the hollow sea
down there they lie
those we can't see;

the chance to take
and to depart
what we forsake
of craft and art;

the sole desire
to go along
dancing in the fire
on this song.

After after forgetting her

Appaling dreary night
extinguishing the light
of everlasting sadness
dreams of steady weariness.

A change of turn a long lived dream
a new face seen in the mirror
within the room a beam
of light to fear the colour

of the painting shines in my head
a circle inside a head
i see holes for eyes when i dread
the steady fall of the dead.




Alone

Stranger to the game of love
becomes a heart of stone
the pulsion that above
will still beget the tone

of her voice that i hear
whether i am far or near
this skin akin to mine
these eyes that do not shine

but cry without a sound
when time goes round and round
the moments gone bestows
invisible arrows.

Anna crying

In the shadow of my dream
the long hearted girl that will sing
her love and her holiness
in grief and in kindness
her open mouth round as a golden ring.

This girl who shall run and in a fling
fall apart onto the ground at once
crying what she is, the tears
mixing with her blood and her ears
full of shouting and singing.

I will hear her cry with me
in the silvery stream that runs
between our bodies, our hollow lungs
full of sadness light and bright
in the great wilderness of this night.

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