meine umwelt
avec moi, sans moi,
par moi
Ahh… and the tales I shall unfold
May blast comprehension if the truth be told
An ode to the masters, martyrs and whims
A satyr on life and sullied daydreams
(1996)
Dreams
An orb of molten silver
In a velvet sky
Speckled with droplets
Of fire-
Shadows of a mythical past
Flow across night’s raiment,
Silhouettes of a promised future
Gleam in the old man’s eye.
A dusky scene
Of omnipotence withheld,
A view of taunting pleasures
Dancing past the windows
Of the soul.
Feel the freshness of the dawn,
Watch the sphere disappear,
Gone with your dreams.
(Sep ‘91)
Lost in mind and spirit,
A wistless will-
Whirlpools of fears
And confusions
A solitary gathering of shadows
Wraiths in impregnated darkness
Scared of the unknown
Involuntary steps towards the future
Pushing more into a swelled flood
Taking a handful of dust
The beginning and the end
From a bursting vaccum
Scenes of fiery beauty
Mountainous
Visions, hallucinations
Separating the dreamed of
The clouded truth
From the distortions of the intellect
Wandering
Lost and lonely
Fearful
(Sep ‘91)
