The Off Season

Frozen autumn leaves

Frost the path before me;

Hoar hovers over

Naked trees;

/

In wan wintry skies

Briefly rests the night

Before once again

Filling the eyes to the brim;

/

And the snow won’t fall,

And the sun won’t rise –

Naught would light the true face

Of this moment in time

/

When the past is gone,

While the future fears

To step on the same path

As I

The Flight

Where have you carried me now,
Wings?
If I stay here, I will
Freeze,
If I leave, I will bear on my scarred face
For years
The haunting stamp of what I’ve
Seen;
And nobody will come
Close
To someone, whose eyes are home
To ghosts;
/
Much too far you have carried me,
Wings,
Much too close
To the other side;
Much too brave I have been
Where I should have been wise;
Now it’s too late to listen
To fear
Or to hope to survive
This flight

You Would Never Listen

Sleep like a star in the sky,
Your glow,
Frozen in flight,
/
Where it’s cold, mortally cold,
Where it’s cold
Forever
/
Don’t be afraid of the wind –
It won’t pierce you,
/
Don’t be afraid of the snow –
It won’t hide
/
You from the heart, which continues
To love you
/
Or from the eyes, which still search
For your light
/
Fear not the ice for soon
You’ll become like it,
/
Solid yet frail under the touch
Of warmth,
/
Fear not the rocks, which, like you,
Rest suspended
/
In capsules of time till they
Suddenly fall
/
Dread not my voice or the words
I am saying,
/
Breathe through the pain
They inspire in you;
/
This lullaby is for those,
Already sleeping,
/
I let you hear it
Only because I knew
/
You would
Never listen

You, at least

Cold, you, at least,

Will never leave me;

Asleep, the world around us

Doesn’t hear

/

Your icy voice

And your heart-breaking whisper,

Finding its way under my skin

Through all the scars, which it is covered with

/

Cold, you, at least,

Have never disappointed

My expectations, and when I thought

You’d claw your way into my lukewarm dreams

/

You did – relentlessly –

I knew that it was pointless

To hide or fight: I would get lost or tired

And you, the patient one, would win

/

Cold, you, at least,

I feel I can rely on

To take away my will to see

The dawn, and slowly breathe it in

/

When my last sunset comes

Your firming grip will not surprise me;

It will be only you and I –

As it has always been

 

 

 

 

Dry

And water shall remain

Water,

Having absorbed the pains

And sorrows,

Which tortured what I used

To be

/

And I’ll become myself –

Freedom –

Having turned icy waves

Into wings,

Which’ll carry to the deep,

Slowly

/

The shell, which is now void

Of me