das säuseln des windes im singsang der tage
und der fluß trägt meine harfe ohne frage
dorthin wo die lautlose dunkelheit der nacht
einen letzten hauch von sternen vollbracht
©michi
das säuseln des windes im singsang der tage
und der fluß trägt meine harfe ohne frage
dorthin wo die lautlose dunkelheit der nacht
einen letzten hauch von sternen vollbracht
©michi
I want the darkness to frame my light
so it will come out shiny bright
I want the darkness to be shown
and all the things still not grown
©michi
we are going back to
from where we came
all, entirely and all
looks as if the same
I have seen the scenes
and had this feeling before
why go through
this all once more ?
©michi
It has only just begun
Do not fool yourself that you have seen
Do not tell them that you know nothing
Do not dare yourself to play the fool
You have knowledge about the play
You are acting
and the play has only just begun.
(c) michi
Plenty has arrived with a plate full of fruit
also brought along cool autumn wind and mood,
a gentle breeze, only to hide the knife underneath,
The knife we need for the fruit.
The fruits all peeled, cut, diced and sliced
The knife does not stop, till all is felled and chopped.
made juices, sweet red and purple wine.
The wind still says: hello, some more news to bring..
Suddenly my senses are made to feel
that breeze which brought the knife
now fills the air – a sudden chill,
a scent of snow and ice.
©michi
They say forever and once more
I am still the same like way before
They say all the best, well done and
stay the same for years to come !
With all the years so passing by
one might just stop to ask a simple why?
But to look back at all is worth the gee
– I smile – a Happy Birthday to me !
©michi
plötzlich dieser augenblick
wollt’ nicht vergeh’n
blieb lange steh’n
hielt fest das ganze glück
ein leiser seufzer
brach das schweigen
erkannte lust’gen reigen
auf nimmer wiederseh’n
der augenblick war wunderschön
das klare licht der ewigkeit
im augenblick hat sich befreit
©michi
festgebunden in frommen Stunden
losgelassen in Paniksekunden
erfahren und doch unbewusst
ein Lied auf der Zunge der Brust
leicht wie die Schaukel des Lebens
nichts, nichts war vergebens.
from darkness I come
and to darkness I go
but in between
and on the way out
there is a light to tell
what this is all about
and the lake lay still
nothing moved until
a bird in perfect silence
causing a soundless move
even my breath
with the beat of my heart
all silence
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