THE HEARTS(1927)

Each Word From You .....

Each word from you is like a seed.

Boring its root deeply.

I am awakened by a secret pain

and find no cure.

 

Then each movement you made

consumes me like a bitter thirst.

Each sound and each glance

are close, clear and great.

 

My day is grey with me and mine,

which blurs your image.

But mirror-clear is the world of night,

where you are everything, everything.

I Know When You Enter ...

I know when you enter the room,

I know from within my every nerve your hurried steps,

which no one else notices.

Around me a wind of fire sweeps.

I know your steps, your beloved steps,

and my soul aches.

 

Though you pace far down the hall,

the air billows from your movement

and sings as the sea sings.

I listen, caught in a consuming desire.

In the rhythm of your rhythm, in keeping with your

pace

my pulse beats in hunger.

I Want To Meet ...

Armed, upright and shielded in armour

I went forth -

but from fear was the coat of mail cast

and from shame.

 

I want to throw down my weapons,

sword and shield.

All the stark hostility

was my coldness.

 

I have seen the dry seeds

finally grow.

I have seen the light green

unfurl.

 

Mighty is the tenderness of life

stronger than iron,

driven out of the heart of the Earth

defenceless.

 

Spring dawns in winter regions,

where I froze.

I want to meet the forces of life

weaponless.

The World Is Dreamt ...

The world is dreamt by a sleeping god,

and the shivers of dawn ripple his soul.

Memories of things, which happened yesterday,

before the world existed,

glint hauntingly.

 

This world, in whose soul we have no part,

meets us where the path bends,

it breathes a terror, which is not ours,

from boundaries far away,

from worlds with other laws.

Sleep, sleep deeper, you sleepy head,

until the dream no longer torments you,

or wake up to the day, creator,

and make us real!

On The Move

The satiated day is never the greatest.

The best day is a day of thirst.

 

There is probably purpose and meaning in our journey

but it is the pathway there, which is worth our while.

 

The greatest aim is a night long rest,

where the fire is lit and the bread broken in haste.

 

In the place, where you sleep but once,

sleep becomes safe and the dream full of song.

 

Move on, move on! The new day is dawning.

Endless is our great adventure.

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