YOURS


Weed in field, yours
Easy ballad, yours
Under the petal, yours
In silence of words, yours
By skin and blood, yours
Woman and star, yours
Faith and cheat, yours
With stormy kisses, yours
Whose pain is this?
Your, yours
Inside you, yours
In everything, yours
And yes she is, yours
Knowingly, unknowingly, yours.

A HOUSE MADE OF GLASS

A house made of glass.
The last performance is given there,
Last role,
A role without a price.
Lovers, on your parting
Fly away, fly.
For long, for long restrain your silence.
In the dark of night, at least one star belongs to you.