| F a l l a s l e e p: | |
| Night resonance recedes | |
| (I regret that I have not really | |
| Understood any thing, not a single | |
| Object and that no man ever can, | |
| The fascinating waltz of nature here | |
| In sight of the sea taking advantage | |
| Of me to dart upon me and sting me, | |
| Because I've dared to open my mouth | |
| To sing at all) | |
| I nearly die of all the beauty | |
| S l e e p : a f a l l | |
| Fragments tearing asunder, | |
| Elements of my mind | |
| Echoes lost in purple smoke | |
| Like visions in eclipse | |
| Elements tearing asunder, | |
| Fragments of my mind | |
| Visions lost in purple smoke | |
| Like echoes in eclipse | |
| Sleep took me by the brow and laid me | |
| Back. then, down in a flood of remembrance | |
| I remembered her sea-reflecting eyes, | |
| The eyes-reflecting sea and all the | |
| Resounding things in between. | |
| I tryed to listen in awe but... | |
| For a moment, like a wavering spark, | |
| BLOOD | |
| Her face laid there before my breast, | |
| Pale love lost in the winds of september | |
| Guarded by glittering tears and lips apart | |
| With dumb cries... | |
| TEARS | |
| A supreme moment, like an indolent sigh, | |
| A memorized experience of tomorrow? | |
| Or just a dark figment of my imagination? | |
| I'm unsure. | |
| ...sane, but in a way dimorphously risking | |
| Absurdity I looked into the mirrors, again | |
| And again, caught as in a nightmare, | |
| Or did they look on me? | |
| I don't know but that's rather ominous, | |
| Something happened... | |
| In her looking-glass my lips part as though | |
| I wanted to speak | |
| A strange labyrinth, ways on all sides, | |
| But how shall I turn? | |
| Seasons changed with my confidence... | |
| ...a fine wind blew the new direction of time | |
| Time, that is watching from the shadows | |
| SHADOWS | |
| I wonder who I am. | |
| I don't know and swoon away with consternation | |
| Clatter in my ears and a face in my mind | |
| That puts a blame on me | |
| I don't understand, loosing myself again | |
| Nevertheless I can't let this fall into oblivion... | |
| A deep breath and that vast hunger for | |
| Everything beyond us | |
| Help me to follow you, a phantom still | |
| I walk on, as if out of my own young life, | |
| As if escaping into another dream, | |
| Another life, another me | |
| I seem to drift away like the waters | |
| And I don't know what I am going to be) | |
| Do what we will | |
| Our hasty minutes fly | |
| And while we sleep | |
| What do we else but die | |
| All these joys | |
| How short their day | |
| They creep on towards us | |
| But fly away | |
| I wake to what is real and not a dream | |
| I dream of what is real and | |
| Wake to what's no dream | |
| I wake to what is dream and | |
| What's not real | |
| I dream of what is real and | |
| Wake to what is dream |
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