erschöpft schlafe ich über den buchstaben
ein die musik geht zuende du stehst
auf und bläst behutsam
die kerze
aus
deine zärtlichkeit nimmt mir
den atem
ich sehe dich an deine stetige
flamme das licht im dunkeln
im innern
das herz
Sometimes I cry. Sometimes I write. And maybe someone will read and find a flower among these weeds.
Friday, 19 July 2013
Thursday, 11 July 2013
untitled (summer 1)
by july, the wind stretched the clouds so thin
that we started to believe in summer & blue skies
what was left of the clouds was torn into fragments
of the finest lace
only drawing our eyes
to the immaculate beauty
beyond our wildest dreams
that we started to believe in summer & blue skies
what was left of the clouds was torn into fragments
of the finest lace
only drawing our eyes
to the immaculate beauty
beyond our wildest dreams
Thursday, 4 July 2013
keepsake: precious stone
forgive me. let it be.
from hardened tears i cut
this precious crystal
which light to break into a rainbow
i do not know. threading
black beads. tying years
around my neck.
around my wrist the bangle breaks –
blood. no pain. to keep.
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