Spell On You

All the bad you wish

to my beloved and to me –

let it come back to you

three times by three.

All the bad you wish

to my beloved and to me –

by the law of the nine

you will get them three times by three.

All the bad you wish

to my beloved and to me –

now is with you!

So mot it be!

Mirage

Moaning, dancing 
in the desert, 
ceaseless winds
caress the burning sands.

Somewhere,
near the horizon 
thunder's rattling
heavy skies.

Lonely wolf 
is gloomily howling,
wasted time is 
passing by.

Nightmares,
dreamscapes  
are colliding,
without direction
in the sky.

I've closed my eyes
one winter morning
to fall asleep 
and never to come back.

Wandering forever
in the desert - 
dissolving slowly 
into a mirage.

Griefless

The words fall weak,

can’t grasp the sorrow,

they let me down -

in the abyss.

The visions thick

of past transgressions

communicate

with me instead.

In need of grief,

with tarnished feelings,

no word of mourning

comes to me.

I’ve lost my tears,

the well is empty,

I see the stars

from down below.

The spring is gone,

the summer’s over,

the autumn’s wrinkled face

won’t smile.  

And flooding up

behind my eyelids

the dew of past

won’t say goodbye. 

Words that bite

When your words
are your sole possessions
and even they turn into wolves
and bite into your very soul,


seize them in the bitter,
snowy morning -
make a sleigh
and turn them into your sleigh.


Then make a whip
and lash these wolfs
and make them labour -
to pull your sleigh and you your pain and your soul.


Force your words
and make them bitter
as bitter as your days 
as cold as your heart.


You work then hard
and pull together - 
you, your bitter words
and your wounded soul.


Survive today and live tomorrow, 
you own your words,
you words own you - 
your words are you.