[I]walk[/I]
the heavy breath of fog gone
each breath feels reviving
sucking dew from stems of grass
splashes from puddles wet bare feet
children play on the breaking ice
slowly the birds return
still the cold refuses to go
insists of staying in the fabric
the corpses of trees smile
at the makeshift mirrors on the ground
nod their heads to you in the wind
their greetings underline a certainty
winter is leaving again
hovering above
wings flap nervously
I know you’re not there
but still I look
my feverish love
let me lay on a hand
and banish the heat
push back the cold
sleep sound my dear
wander through dreams
I will stand guard
and tomorrow there’ll be sun
meant to be sung and/or screamed – 08.12.08)
two dot change
spat out tender killing venom
snakeskin thin and burning
patience threshold
border of restraint
abrupt change of colour
in the eyes
long since forgotten
victorian gentlemen
breathing the rock
embracing the hard place
in twelve ringing steps
coming for you
keep the cross away
just another poison, doesn’t work
so give in, breathe the venom
apupt change of colour
in the eyes..
i.l.y
In Mittelhochdeutsch:
vil minneclîchez wîp
wê, waz mac ich waz ir niht wißt
sagent, mîn Vrowe
süeze Vrowe
ire mîn lôn uten got
iuwer schoene
uten haz
âne huote ich sagent
zesame die gerne geliep werden sîn.
—–
in english:
lying down I feel the cold of winter
coming through the plastered walls
and below the freezing cloak of night
silence brings back memories
your breathing, both steady and irregular
the scent you leave
with the warmth and cold, all the touches
the marks you leave
fresh and imprinted
can’t and don’t want to forget
but with coming pain
they slightly fade
until the day..
until the day..
lisra's broken mirror 