Quiet, Night has almost died
sounds must be subtle
Morning must have muted melodies
now, the day begins
I get up
feet touching
warm tiles
slowly I go out
in the morning
smoke from lazy fires drifts up, up
through leaves
gentle sounds from a distance
clean and new
I meet the morning
humming floats out
sleepy from my neighbour's house
the boy streches
and jumps
happy
a new day
dust rises from his feet
follws him as he starts skipping
around to check if anything has happened
in his world
when Night was still alive.
My ice cold hand on
your burning cheek
my hand steals
warmth
your cheek
coldness
who is thief?
Look twice or you'll
miss me
I won't be where you think
you'll find me
I'll be
there
some ordinary everyday
just somebody
just a vague outline passing
just a breath of air moving
the hairs on you bare arm
just a person next to you
don't miss me now
this is your last chance
to turn your life around
I was young
I knew I would live forever,
carefree, happy
Danger was far away
I needed no help
I have children now
so Danger has moved
to our neighbourhood
I worry
and lose sleep
and fear everything
'cause Danger likes children,
likes to take them home
to play
I know now
I will live forever,
I have to,
I must help God
look after my children
Your nails engrave
little newborn moons
on your palm
and suddenly your hand lies
dead on
the table next to
my cup
I hear your sweet words
in my ears
I do not trust
my ears
they are deaf now
in shock
they saw how
you caught the sweetness
and squeezed it dry
I still feel your smile in
the picture I keep
of you
in my memory
it lies there, nags me
An irritating proof of
my incompleteness
I close my eyes
and I remember
how I felt
when I saw you at a distance
now I feel
a touch of
bitterness
why did I do
nothing
acting must be hard, since
so few dare
do
I enter your house for
the first time
it feels like I enter your
mind
a bit,
I say nothing,
it feels good
being in your mind
it drips into me
slowly, I realize
I see your thoughts
hanging like fly papers
catching
fly-fishing
I free a couple of my thoughts
just to see
if you'll catch them
The terror of being
lost and
afraid and
finding the familiar hand and
holding it and
looking up and
seeing
a complete stranger
oh, I remember and
I quickly let go of
the warm hand of
another
mother