Day calls me in your arms; my bones your cheeks
Put them on fire as were made of light,
But don’t remain too silent - silence speaks
To hopeless stories. Shall I go to fight
With stones of power? Cut my humble breath
Above some questions in the land of mute…
I took your picture from beyond a death
Like we picked petals from a dying root.
As a cascade your glance bursts in my eyes;
I won’t be full when lonely I shall stay
In rooms of pain, in chambers without skies
To feel the abyss with its endless way.
In vain your texture shows the frame of life,
When only naked beauty has a strife.





27.06.2008