Englische Gedichte

musa mea

your wings
might carry me
to the realms
of light and shadow
to the oceans
of wild waves
and calm waters
to the mountains
of visions and poems

word shells
(deutsche Fassung)

it is getting colder
my songs
have slipped away

a white barque
on the horizon

word shells
sneer at me

my feelings
I do not dare
to think

(deutsche Fassung)

see this barren field
withered weed
stones and rubble
where flowers
should flourish

look in the house
through flung-open windows
in dark rooms
where things long past

go along
abandoned streets
empty homes
where balconies
are half-broken down

ask if there is help
for you
you won't hear
an answer
only the silence cries