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)
Spring
The daylight grows;
The dawn’s about;
The dew’s at rest;
A glimpse is caught
Of morning’s silver gown;
Time’s trailing skirts
Are passing by.
Feel the magic in the air,
Nature’s potency.
The clearing sky,
The muffled hues,
The delight of pixies’
Gleeful dance,
To welcome
Another brightening
Chance,
Another opportunity
To accomplish
Yet another glistening
Dream,
To aspire once again
To the unseen doors
Of heaven:
The ivory gateway
To contentment
And joy.
(31st Jan ‘93)
Fire of life,
Passion’s pure essence,
Where are you now?
My will lies there silent;
My hope is long fled;
My torn heart is heaving;
My dreams have been shed.
I stand here alone,
Vulnerable and naked,
Crying for mercy,
My strength’s been exhausted.
I’m begging you please,
Don’t turn from me now.
My back has been broken;
My limbs have been crushed;
My bruised flesh is bleeding;
My blood has been hushed.
I’m tired of fighting,
I’m tired of pain,
I’ve given up struggling,
The hurt won’t go away.
I’m empty inside,
There’s no more to give,
Forgive me for breaking,
All comes to its end.
The strength is no more;
The fire’s finally quenched;
The will has been broken;
The life has to end.
(20th Jan ‘93)
Hope