Friday 10 October 2014

untitled

in the morning,
the full moon dissolves
into daylight
sky blue
i step into the wind
of another day

die wunden des oktober

auf dem asphalt kastanien
aufgeplatzt zetreten zerfahren
lauter leuchtendes fleisch
offene wunden
die stachligen hüllen verstreut
gewaltsam endet der sommer

Thursday 18 September 2014

now you are always with me

you have been calling me
and now you are here
i have been waiting for you
now you are always with me

beyond the stars
you have been waiting for me
to call out to you
 now you are always with me

on earth
your life begins within my body
now i am always with you

now you are always with me
as you have been
forever

in my sacred grove, grow
until the day my arms will hold you
until the day you let go of my hand
until the day my hand lets go of the world
until the day the world lets you go

and we return
to the stars
and we will be with each other
forever

On the loss of innocence & magic

now you are emerging
from the realm of innocence and magic
your eyes no longer see (the world)
or dream (images of heaven)

they attach themselves to the letter
and to the letter
they attach
meaning

these now create what you see
these now create your world

can you see it yet?
do you see the change of light?

as i see you start to read, 
i cannot help
but feel
sadness 
at the loss of innocence and magic
the change of light in your eyes

i know there is a new world
in each letter
each book
yes, my world

yet i wish i could save (for myself,
and for you)
the magic light
of innocent imagination

but who am i fooling
this is the way of the world

Monday 21 April 2014

wintermärchen

über dem winter meiner seele schüttelt frau holle
ihre betten aus.
hier regiert die nacht. ewiges eis ächzt.
ungläubig blickt man auf den frühling.

am anderen ufer herrscht eine andere zeit.
mit der sonne kommt das vergessen.
man verbannt die dunkelheit misstrauisch
in immer kürzere nächte.
hinter vorgehaltener hand erzählt man kindern
märchen von eisblumen.

Tuesday 18 February 2014

würzburg im februar

hier oben greift der rauhreif noch nach den letzten halmen
aus der stadt steigen weihrauchschwaden auf
kälte kriecht unter den rock
vogelgezwitscher legt sich um das haupt
kahler sträucher fingerspitzen tasten ängstlich
nach der sonne.

Wednesday 5 February 2014

a tale

1.
it's an old story
boy loves girl, girl loves
boy, it's an old
story
it has no beginning nor end, it's
an old story
man woman love
same old story
same old, same old
same same
old
story.

2.
once upon a time, there was
(boy, girl)
love
(girl, boy)
and they lived happily ever after

3.
this is just the beginning
this is just the same
(old story)
it was over before it had even started
there was no time
(love)
it is just the same

4.
see, i told you so.