Posted in Midday Respite

Midday Respite

 

Kein Hauch in kühler Luft
Zur Abendzeit sich regt
Schwarz glänzt der See im Dämmerlicht
Seit Stunden unbewegt
Nur eine Welle noch
Zerfließt ans Ufer schlägt
Der Stille unbeflecktes Tuch
Sich auf das Wasser legt
Die Nacht beginnt sie wirkt
Geheimnisvoll vertraut
Und wie ein Auge tränenfeucht
Der See zum Himmel schaut

 

Not a single breath in the cold air
Stirs in this evening hour
Black glistens the lake in the half-light,
Since hours unruffled
Only a single wave still
Runs along the shore, smashing
The spotless cloth of silence
Lays itself down on the water
The night begins, it seems
Mysterious, familiar
And as an eye wet with tears,
The lake looks up into the sky
Posted in Midday Respite

Midday Respite

 

 

i’m running out of time i’m out of step and
closing down and never sleep for wanting hours
the empty hours of greed and uselessly always
the need to feel again the real belief of
something more than mockery if only i could
fill my heart with love
Posted in Midday Respite, Yours Truly

Midday Respite

My first love did not reveal itself in infancy, posthaste unto me.

My first love did not reveal itself in juvenility, posthaste unto me.

My first love did not reveal itself in maturation, posthaste unto me.

My first love did not reveal itself posthaste unto me.

My first love did not reveal itself unto me.

My first love was itself unto me.

My first love was itself.

My first love was.

My first love.

My first.

Love.

Was.

 

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