Vom Throne hernieder ins weinende Tal Fiel blutend der Engel verklart seine Qual Die Elfen im Mondschein umarmten den Knaben Verfuhrt ward der Jungling
We are flames among the flameless And we have wings to kiss the snow We hold sway over the seasons Yet we bear the moaning ones below We are stars among
I have this vision true and wise Of a winter's gravedance dawning twice Painful life, joyful death I hail you under the spiritual flag Of the sunthorncosmos
A godbird bears the wisdom of a million striving lilies Diamond coloured angel yearning to fly because we are godbirds Wail thou dancer, wail thou
Im Herzen ein Schlo?, verborgen und kalt Umgeben von Stille und endlosem Wald Im Herzen ein Schwert, erhaben und stolz Wer kusst meine Burg aus Sonnenholz
Once upon a time there was a queen without a royal smile She used to watch the crimson stage when sun and sea collided One night the spirits entered
I listened to the endless grey Nowhere, nowhere I stay I am too weak, I cannot cry So cold inside my heart I leave this world today You will not save
Sweet moonchild have thou ever seen A snowfall day in summer green Undress your shame and probe the keys Dark fountain of my tragedies Like flutes we
It is fragile every day A useless delay This moment Same sleep Will you never understand what I miss How futile it seems to sow I am looking for nothing
Ethereal calm was sown by Naiades Vague delight Dead wood's paleness, bygone... O weightless thought Microscopic darwins. Particles of a cruel hour-
My lips are dry like summer air I cannot move. I cannot bear The things you've never blown away I look at you but don't sway Remember how amazed you
Einst, da die schaurigen Flugel der Nacht Mich wundenrot qualten, mir glaubhaft erzahlten Die traurige Mar vom Knaben im Moor Wie Dieser den Pfad zum
Where have I been For Spine chilling dreams crossed our way Almost too late Nothing is safe from woe and agony This breakdown of thoughts Was a wing
Where beggars take cheques and children steal credit cards from the pockets of wrecks that lie the road. I came to in my future and that was just yesterday
Sometimes I am infinite Sometimes I am dead tired You have seen me there On the ground, without heartbeat Weird they are, the frail colours Of this
[A fragmentary scenario about crimson-scents and their manifold consequences for Utopia's flawless lily-oceans] Still I linger, gloom-wings emerge on
[John Keats poem] After dark vapours have oppressed our plains For a long dreary season, comes a day Born of the gentle South, and clears away From
Every night I open my poetic window-book Retired upon subdued lime trees Pondering over me and you to fail again Untimely sympathy for shallow layers