The stars move around
The moon
As if a clock

The stars are ghosts
In the sky
Ghosts in robes
Of golden chaff
Blown across the hazy night

The head of darkness is
The sky
And each star is an eye
With these eyes I see the
Despair
With the eyes I weep
I solemnly swear

The light exists as if it shares
The stage with the ghosts
In the neglected theatre
Of the abandoned city

Where only the passionless woman
As a sea mercilessly
Pulled by moonlight
Resides in the city of shadows

Where only the meanderer travels
Through it’s empty mind
Rooms filled with broken clocks
And books in murdered languages

Past manors
Whose chandeliers
Scoff at him
And whose ovens would pile their ash on him
Where doors lie closed
And windows conceal the photos of the past

Abandoned Past
as if light
Rests on the strings of time

In large parks
Spring weeps and willows grow
Winter smiles and bluebells sprout

Past homeless houses
Through a dark city
Where the night is crowned
And stars thrive

And he leaves the heartless city
into the soulless sea

The wind with its tunes from the villages in valley depths
Hushed him to sleep on beds of bleeding geraniums

Moonlight blanketed his shawls and soul

On paths gracefully lit by comets
Tall shadows and lost children walked

The stars shone valiantly as if crosses
On the altarpiece of the night

All of them shone on him
And in the dreams of all the crestfallen children he rose to the summit

In search of the angelic voice that guided him through the realm of the night
As the night fell to his soul it was as if her kisses caressed his cheeks

Through dark forests haunted by forgotten wishes he trudged
With every footstep
Her voice grew more vivid and full of life, The voice of a mother’s longing

The day bestowed me the right to live
The sun to love
The sky to dream
The moon to feel
The stars to remember

Silence is murdered by a chorus
Darkness by rows of lights
Emptiness with a kiss from the girl under the snow
Soberness with the scent of an evergreen

Lonely paths
Covered footsteps
Shivering dreams
And souls

In the empty sky a star shines
On the tree one leaf stands
In the child’s chorus an angel sings among

And your heavenly voice
Guides me past temptresses
And gold coins
Past paradise and warm bright city lights

Into a shadow where a rose weeps
As we fall from it into the night sky

As we collect stars
And sleep on moon rock

As we weep on the moon
And encircle the sun

As the sunrise comes
I sent you on the last comet
To a distant planet

To sleep in violets
To be dressed in violet
And purple rain to wash your soul

Violet the colour of anguish and tenderness
The shade of sad beauty

I love you like the silvery veins of the moon
The clusters of palms in the vagrant desert

I love you as something impalpable
Like what that lives in the lips
But can only be felt by the soul

In every star lie your narrow, moist eyes
In every ocean lie your wet lips
In every sunray lie your golden locks

Do not smile for me
Just flutter your eyes

Do not bring me to the full stage of June
Rather to the empty scene of October

Do not bring me to the staleness of your lips
But to the freshness of your soul

I want to be an ocean
And you the little waves that caress me