Samstag, 20. Mai 2023

The near autumn

We know the here and now
  The hereafter inside us
  In front of the mirror the surface of the face
  We hide from the mind
  Here in the there being
  Eager to paradise

Then: when we have gone –
  nobody will miss us later
  Death accompanies us on silent toes
  To vanish into nothing again
  To melt away in it all eternal night

Concerned you were trying
  Getting acquainted with our little me
  But around our lips is a you
  The word soon fading away

The fear of being a stranger
  That monitors our senses
  amazed that
  Your eye seeks and watches in me
  The near autumn
  The winters in me not tired

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