Attempt at a Definition

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In the dark, still sleeping house
a ray of sun - orange and dusty, falls aslant on the wall -
as if a moon lane.

Vulnerable to the slightest whiff of wind, trembling like
a bird's feather
tangled in the twigs -
the light sinks for an instant and again gushes
with the previous brightness.

Then timorously, bit by bit, but in a way resolved
dies out the wall.



Dedications to E.

1.
Let us uphold our love!
Beloved,
let us not live to see with open eyes
life drifting us apart.
Through our bodies
time is flowing out like sand in hourglass
and falling down on our blended shadow -
without a trace to bury us.
Without us
life is passing within us.
We're finding out about our hearts
what's already come true -
as if we're dying in our absence.
So -
let us uphold our love!


tr. by Hristianna