Once the building has crashed,
You can pick every single brick,
Moving them, rearranging the structures .
Who would be as narrow-minded
As to just build a carbon copy,
Lazily mirrored images of a home,
Hoping for them to at least justify
Or to represent a shadow of a faded one?
In oddly coloured, foreign lines
Your words have never felt more familiar.
Yet, it seems they`re spoken
With the voice of stranger.
Distance may be what has pulled
Your words and their meaning apart.
Does that leave me to question
The outcome of the choice,
To chase words and words and words
To eventually fill the pages
That were left empty in between?
Ich stehe in deinem toten Winkel.
Dort, wo du mich nicht siehst.
Jede meiner Bewegungen verschwimmt
Als Schatten am Rande deiner Sicht.
Standhaft. Beharrlich weigerst du dich,
Mich als mehr anzuerkennen.
If I were to fill a chest
With what I treasured
– Ever so gingerly –
Within my casket’s hollow insides
Surely, I would deny
That the remains reached to the rim
For I never felt the need
To add any more than that.
Such refusal notwithstanding,
The little treasures are taking up
All the space I ever gave to them.
However much that may be.
The doors of the crypt
Aren’t opening up
– We are the outcasts –
Voices from far away
Revealing their amusement
Whilst laughing at our pain.
The Reaper is appalled
That we came to search him
Until his sadistic hands moved
Leaving an endless bunch of keys
– Watching our never-ending efforts –
To get through the door.
The eyes of many
Care to be astonished by outlines.
It occurs to me though
The more depths you dare to add
The less captivated they are.
It’s seems they fear to get lost
In the midst of the inner world
Someone has built up.
The highest mountains,
The deepest holes,
The widest fields….
None of that will be discovered,
The hard work of years not appreciated.
The person will only be reduced
To the outlines they see
The leaves are falling,
Leaving trees uncovered.
How do they continue
Without their shields?
Not a single one will be adored,
Watched at with a smile.
It’s getting colder outside
Announcing winter’s arrival
Far to early as it seems.
Even to whom summer’s too warm
This winter is too freezing.
So how do I get it right?