Daydream

F a l l a s l e e p:

Night resonance recedes

(I regret that I have not really

Understood any thing, not a single

Object and that no man ever can,

The fascinating waltz of nature here

In sight of the sea taking advantage

Of me to dart upon me and sting me,

Because I've dared to open my mouth

To sing at all)

I nearly die of all the beauty

S l e e p : a f a l l

Fragments tearing asunder,

Elements of my mind

Echoes lost in purple smoke

Like visions in eclipse

Elements tearing asunder,

Fragments of my mind

Visions lost in purple smoke

Like echoes in eclipse

Sleep took me by the brow and laid me

Back. then, down in a flood of remembrance

I remembered her sea-reflecting eyes,

The eyes-reflecting sea and all the

Resounding things in between.

I tryed to listen in awe but...

For a moment, like a wavering spark,

BLOOD

Her face laid there before my breast,

Pale love lost in the winds of september

Guarded by glittering tears and lips apart

With dumb cries...

TEARS

A supreme moment, like an indolent sigh,

A memorized experience of tomorrow?

Or just a dark figment of my imagination?

I'm unsure.

...sane, but in a way dimorphously risking

Absurdity I looked into the mirrors, again

And again, caught as in a nightmare,

Or did they look on me?

I don't know but that's rather ominous,

Something happened...

In her looking-glass my lips part as though

I wanted to speak

A strange labyrinth, ways on all sides,

But how shall I turn?

Seasons changed with my confidence...

...a fine wind blew the new direction of time

Time, that is watching from the shadows

SHADOWS

I wonder who I am.

I don't know and swoon away with consternation

Clatter in my ears and a face in my mind

That puts a blame on me

I don't understand, loosing myself again

Nevertheless I can't let this fall into oblivion...

A deep breath and that vast hunger for

Everything beyond us

Help me to follow you, a phantom still

I walk on, as if out of my own young life,

As if escaping into another dream,

Another life, another me

I seem to drift away like the waters

And I don't know what I am going to be)

Do what we will

Our hasty minutes fly

And while we sleep

What do we else but die

All these joys

How short their day

They creep on towards us

But fly away

I wake to what is real and not a dream

I dream of what is real and

Wake to what's no dream

I wake to what is dream and

What's not real

I dream of what is real and

Wake to what is dream