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)
Eva
Mirage
An image of crystalline purity,
A pool of glowing sunbeams,
Surrounded by a waterfall
Of starlight.
The skies of two far-
Encapsulated in a shaded glance.
A graceful willow
Robed in spring’s efflorescence.
(5th Nov ‘92)
As evening falls,
Behold the flame
Within your heart.
Quench it not
With your human passion,
For without your sight
You see the essence:
Sought beyond life,
Sensed less
Than a glimmer of shattered hope
Fought for past consciousness.
In her trail those she deserts
Create Death and Destruction,
Yet, again she retreats,
Embracing your stolen soul.
Sultry,
Kiss her,
Know her,
Feel the power,
Truth unknown,
For she is woman.
(28th Oct ‘92)
Innocence
She moved like the sea upon the shore,
Her presence like an autumn wind;
Her eyes were pools of unknown depth;
Her voice a pebble from uncharted heights,
A gem of substance pure and precious.
A face of inner beauty:
Wisdom of the wise,
Knowledge of the knowing,
Experience beyond life.
To gaze upon her
Feel all fall away.
Her name is Innocence.
(10th Feb ‘92)
Desire
A nymph,
A dewy maiden
Of the night,
To reign o’er the bewitching hour
With skin like creamy velvet.
A trove of hidden pleasures;
A smile to break the dawn;
A primadonna to made a diamond
Rough-
An exquisite beauty;
A view to shame all views;
A belle of naïve temptation
To kill the fire within you
Towards all those
Who could never imitate
The innocent glance
Dropped.
The shards of ice
Enclose you,
Your heart is no more.
(Sep ‘91)