This morning
i am not too happy
i can’t say why
i am lying on the floor
eyes closed, body stretched
you wake up slowly
eyes open, lying in bad
the little table
packed with late sunday breakfast
cut vegtebles set on a plate
brezel, cheese, and butter
coffee, ashtray, and acute silence
i longed to have
a sunny day with you
but now i cannot say a word
you are eating the density
watching me write
Juni ‘09
the man who wanted to be a musician
but had no talent at all
stands in his small windowless room
facing the wall,
behind him hangs a clock
never moving, but nevertheless
giving precisely
every hour the midnight call.
the man who wanted to be a musician
more than anything in the world
holds a brush in his hand,
he has no neither paint nor a canvas
yet tenderly he draws
what in front of his eyes unfolds
glancing occasionally at the winner’s dais
whereupon lies a closed green book
the Norton Anthology of Poetry
in which he had never looked.
the man who wanted to be a musician
but knows he cannot,
long ago gave up all social ambitions
dedicated his life to the art that he feels for
he ignores the scorn from his kins and acquaintance
brandishes them away with his baton,
following only a voice we do not hear
with his sincerity there is nothing he cannot bear.
the man who wanted to be a musician
but had no talent at all,
will die and will live
just like any one of us
but he will die
walking his path.
I have climbed
736 stairs
to reach the monkey temple
just to find out
even there
all they cared about
was money
leaving the precincts
blithely
skipping two stairs at a time
I knew I was free
there will be
no more high mountains for me
with appreciation to anonymous and undernether for the help with that one..
You broke out of the darkness
and for a long moment you froze, there
between light and darkness?
the shadows and the look on your face
gave you a gloomy sight
like jeune fille reading a book
under a lamppost.
When you finally collected yourself and sat
for an instant, the light became too bright
dazzled i lost myself, there
at that moment
i knew i was yours
no matter how far i would have to go.
There are moments where doubts don’t exist
only a firm quivering awareness, potent
as the ripples of the sea
softly kissing the cliff.
Around the island
we walked in circles,
no one leads and no goal awaits
but the bonfire burning from us.
When you left
or was it i?
the embers still whispered
the stars we counted kept shooting
and the river we immersed in
on new year’s eve,
still flowing to eternity
carrying the same wish.
Even now
when you and i are gone,
the waves we have created
keep coming to the shore.
Thank you Sana for your help with that one…
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