Fragrance

Gloomy
striding through the day,
the eyes hardly catch sight
of the hope pregnant light
that’s blinking at the horizon

Like anaesthetic I do realize
it’s her fragrance in the air
that swings my emotions,
that makes me rain tears,
because she isn’t its bearer.

And it doesn’t stop
is fading only slowly
I breath it as a whole
knowing, you are irreplaceable
as fragrance not enough to me.

(c)Stephan Götze – 28.2.01 - for Lena Bretschneider
> translated from the German original