MY HOPE
I can
swallow my language
I can sweep
my dust
All reminded
in my mind …
My soul
rolling near the shadow
Comes and
stay
On a day
In my heart
For a story
Which has
no end
Meanwhile –
I intend to take part
Of our time
But …
Nothing is
In a majesty
I would
like
To have a
last struggle:
This of the
life
By singing
Novelties
Through the
darkness
For a
shared liberty
Angry – I am
not
I rob to
the time
The tenderness
which
Is hanging
up to my tongue – my lips
Oh! It
would be like a miracle
Each time
again
By dancing
Awake
In my dark
words
Therefore –
how is it necessary
To catch
the real
With my
dusty
Hands ?
A duty of
changing
All the
places
When I am
angry …
Shall I cry
For the
died roses ?
All along
the street
My walk
beyond
The loneliness
My walk
looking for
The future …
Kiss me – moonlight!
Take my
eyes far from
The ugly
men
Let me open
my arms
Let me take
your smile
For climbing
towards
The height
!
Too tight
is my way
Though I
roll my tears
In the
perfect body’s innocence …
On my
cheeks – my ears – my eyes – my mouth -
Are running
the pearls
Of the
sadness
But it is
enlightening
The stones
of
My town
Fever is
ever charming
Me awake
I fight
only
Against my
own shadows
My knowledge
Is empty of
truth
But this
one is glittering
On the
whole poetry
That I am
ever bringing
Like the
old luggage
With me
The nature
took place
And one’s
self
Will not
change it
Perhaps –
it’s a conquest of
The eternity
…
But no
entrance
Except for
the ecstasy
I take
measures of every strong feature
That does
run in my language:
It’s my
hope and my desire
In front of
the
Black horizon
–
Still ever
more pulling out
Beauties of
my own
Mystery
