Monday, November 23, 2015

The colour of intensity

When leaving this ship
That carried us for so many years, there was
No path paved with flowers
Cold earth and pointed stones
Painted the soles of our feet
Red, the colour of crust that hardened our skin
The same colour as the toy car
Fading in your childhood garden
Stalled in an eternal autumn
I didn’t own these memories
You engraved them in my nervous system
Now I carry them for you and you carry my groceries
Very pragmatic and simple and easily taken for granted

We walk, flakes on our lashes
Filling our traces with names
That turn into poetry
When written into snow
Whitewashed wonderland
Whose prerogative?
Whose love?
Whose hatred and whose promises?
Salty tears in everyone’s cup.
Do I really have to tell you this?

Your ship will always differ from mine. And I will think of you
Smoking at the window, looking down into a street
That is nothing but a memory. I wished
I could rebuild the city around your view of emptiness
Empty houses, empty pavements, I could relay
Those warm, pulsating arteries. But I cannot. I can
Only listen and write. So we do not forget
The colour of intensity
The colour of regret

Monday, November 09, 2015

Saturday, November 07, 2015

In darkest night your heart is a crow

The stars grew in you
You carried them in your hair
In your heart you carried them
Your lungs breathing stardust
I followed those traces lingering in midair
Every now and then you tilted your head
A gesture of resemblance, escaping
From a faraway land, horses
Running bloody traces into sand
I had learned to read them
Making our conversations equal
In an otherwise unequal stand
A river heading towards the ocean
Drawing mysteries, black and white fairy-tales
Sleepless, restless wonderland
In my dreams I am a pillow
Bedding dreams, many shades darker than mine
The souls of all those dying
Forming a fearless lump
In a heart too young to die, you
Would jump, I know that, without hesitation
Into the thorny garden that was placed here
Five thousand years before our conversations
I am fearful for you, I am fearful
For my heart to beat in your hand
Like an injured sparrow eager to fly
We will send the creature home
Again and again cutting the cords
Weaving our organs into one blanket made of one wool
In darkest night your heart is a crow
And I shiver because you fly 
And leave me behind at the window
Gazing at stars that carry your soul