a fish out of water
tries to swim to safety
but only flops and flails in the breeze
you cannot fix it
there is nothing wrong with it
you cannot teach it to walk
or to breathe air
you can only return it to the water
or watch it die
Dream on sweet Liselotte do not let go
Your ageless eyes, your childish playful scheme
You have no need of old and tired folk
Who age with time and lose the will to dream
Now you my lady strong and soft and fair
You are an urchin eager for a dare
You are a lover's dream and fresh delight
And yet an orphan weeping 'lone at night
For you the joyous dreams of love were real
Security and comfort yours and weal
Until your loves were lost and nightmare fell
In guns, in blood, in death, in Life's cold hell
But still you dream as one courageous child
Who draws on faith on hope on charity
And for today my face will brave a smile
Because tonight you share your dream with me
Dream on sweet Liselotte do not let go
Your ageless eyes, your childish playful scheme
You have no need of old and tired folk
Who age with time and lose the will to dream
The spider is wiser than the artist.
He climbs
falls
climbs again
and so line by line
paints his portrait.
A dusty corner
where the sun dazzles
fingerpaints
plays with the portrait until some fly
is caught by the beauty.
The spider moves on
paints again
knows better than to stay
where the dust of a single corner
will rob him of his brush.
He moves on
paints again
never forgets to make beauty
never forgets to paint
never forgets he is wiser than the artist.
no early matter how up i get
in darksome sky and grassy wet
my shave is locked in else's bath
and crowds whiz by in buses' path
the worm belongs to else i bet
no early matter how up i get