The dream

I sink into the night’s deep lore,
My mind a calm and gentle stream
That carries me forevermore
Toward my soft-embracing dream.

Inside the realm my heart has sought,
I live a second life anew.
There, lost beyond all time and thought,
I fall till morning’s light breaks through.

Ah—how the winds of dreaming sigh…
The thread snaps loose; it will not hold.
The waking world drifts far and dry—
I dive in dreams, as fate unfolds.

I glide… then fade in shadow’s seam.
You float now close, beside my head.
Your breath becomes my pillow’s gleam;
I feel your touch, as light as thread.

Within, I sense a tightening ache,
As though my soul were pressed and bound;
The torment is the wait we take
For passion’s flames to leap unbound.

I crave the feather-soft caress
Your tender fingertips impart;
They shake me into sweet distress,
Like your serene gaze grips my heart.

We’ll melt away from earthly ties,
Becoming mist and gentle rain.
We’ll be one breath that stirs the skies,
Dissolving, joined as one again.

It’s but a dream—yet hope is born;
I swear this dream is fate’s decree:
The scales of love that once were sworn
Still rock us in their memory.

Where lies the line that marks the start—
A dream, or raw reality?
For some say love’s a cursed art
That haunts this mortal life we see.

2005

The kiss

Just one kiss. Just one kiss.
It’s a heaven and an abyss.
It’s too little but too much –
Of your lips a single touch.

Just one kiss. Your only kiss.
That’s all from you I truly miss.
The lust will remain unknown
For the wet of lips alone.

Intrigues are weaved among the stars,
Leaving everlasting scars.
Press your fiery lips on mine,
Or I will get old and die.

In absence of your lava kisses –
Springy water simply freezes.
All the stars will remain still.
And I’ll be a mortal ill.

What’s a kiss? What is the trick?
I plainly craved it, like a sick.
It is a holy and a sin.
With a kiss, it ends and begins.

The first kiss – a sign of trust,
When life starts that it will last.
The final kiss that you will give –
Is to the body that once lived.

23.11.2022

Smashed by COVID

The flag is lowered halfway,
No one stays at ease.
She has gone, so far away.
God, rest her in peace.

The squad isn’t looking brave-
Not all are in the formation.
One of us is in the grave.
The very gruesome equation.

Not just bullets will us kill –
That’s an exclamation!
Sure, the damned COVID-19
It’s not an aberration!

2021

Soviet Story

D’you think they lived without worries?
The Stalin’s terror few just mentioned…
Sit down and watch the „Soviet Story”
And do not take the peace for granted!

2016