Так нежно…

18 06 2019

Так нежно.

Так тихо и нежно,

Как воздух, что в горле, смутившись

Банальностью голосовых связок,

Беззвучно, пугливо, интимно

Вплавляется в бесконечность

Движений, улыбок и взглядов.

Как кончики пальцев,

чуть вздрогнув,

смолкают, не смея коснуться,

И дух раздосадован этой –

Незримой. Неумолимой.

До бешенства вездесущей –

Тончайшей прозрачной границей.

Ах, как мы исполнены такта!

С Тобой – говорить и смеяться,

Лелея те взгляды украдкой,

Невинные прикосновенья –

Так близко и так бесконтактно.

Как будто мы малые дети…

Так нежно, легко и безмерно,

Лишь вовремя, как при румбе,

Шаг

сделать

назад, – и смирно

Бежать по привычным спинам…

Так нежно, украдкой, с улыбкой,

Так трогательно и… параллельно

Эвклидово наше пространство.

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20 05 2019

As I

dance

across

the water edge

of freshly gained illusions, hopes, and wishes,

 

as I

flash

a smile

across

the chlor-free pages

of some thoughts, enwrapped in words and figures,

 

as I

touch

in passing

secret

backside

of your trained, well-balanced mind,

 

I am

almost

unafraid

to fly.

and still.

Don´t let me fall between the lines.

 





I thank Thee

13 05 2019

It has been good and fine, my Lord,

Through all this time, this life,

Thou hast been patient and kind to me.

I thank Thee.

 

All of this cheerful hopelessness,

all of this blind and deaf, and muted glory,

of well-established and successful matrimony.

All the complexity of spirits, blessed,

and cursed, and tied to one another,

colliding in their futile try to melt

together. Ever so close they dwelled

over the threshold of each other´s soul,

two willful, ever failing lovers…

 





The one

6 05 2019

The one, who smiles nonchalantly

and replies to the stories of childhood anxieties

with that soft „that was long ago, ey?“ –

which suddenly works,

and you stumble and blink and – then at once, you can breathe again.

The one who stammers himself,

when touched deeper on his own demons,

as if no one ever cared to ask twice when he says everything´s fine.

The one, who steps up and draws back far too quickly

for my overcautious mind to react just in time.

The one who never comes too close and is never away,

who shares the tiredness, excitement, energy,

and cranial hunger of a raging spirit,

and yet fills you with that meek, quiet, and despicable peace,

that makes your every cell smile like a Cheshire cat,

the one who brings you light.





Wieder Licht

29 04 2019

Ich habe langsam wieder Licht in mir.

En peu von diesem schönen, stummen Schimmern,

Von dem mir keine Kraft der Welt verraten kann,

warum es da ist: generell, noch immer…

 

Ich bin nun ruhiger, gelassener und freier.

Die Poesie, durch keinen Zwang gepeinigt,

beruhigt ist, erholt und schön bereinigt, –

Ich such nicht mehr mein Wesen zu verschleiern.

 

Dies´ Wärme des Erkennens – nicht verkannt.

En peu von unerklärlich weichem Seelenslicht,

Das ich in Deiner Nähe erst empfand.

Ich habe langsam wieder Licht für Dich…

 

 

 

 





Légèreté de l’être

22 04 2019

And so I´m back…

Back where?

Back to the track?

Back to black?

Back searching for some ephemeral illusion

of human – freedom? peace? of happiness? of hope?

Back to the question marks with no solution?

 

Back to this dizziness of flight – or fall

– no safety ropes

could hold me, but my fear.

This simple human thing,

mixed with adrenalin and blatant fascination.

No longer searching for futile salvation,

Who cares! – I live! I feel! I think!

…I think I´m out of any causal link,

unbound of any worldly gravitation,

compressed,

expanded,

twisted,

newly formed by this

unbearable lightness of my being…

 





Erised

7 02 2019

All of my recent self… these words, these worlds, these feelings,

all of my joys, my longings, and my strives,

all of these shiny trifles that comprised my settled life, –

„so are they all! all honourable…“ things…

 

all this that seemed to stay, to everlast,

bled white with ink, bleached out and withered.

The spirals of my tired spine unweaving:

If everything goes, why, then my life has passed.

 

And everything I dreamt I felt or had

Was neither carved in stone nor sealed by action,

`t was never mine, not ever, since its inception,

´t was just a mere illusion in the Mirror of Erised.