ENachtigall
Mitglied
Still my mind keeps calving words …
to cover World´s skinny bones and stones
with steamy meadows and dreamy shadows
creeping like liquid paint on canvas
life is always just a touch away
from where the east wind may
tickle the lady´s smock
I´m missing my halo since
I fell out of love in a parking lot
somewhere nearby Lost Chicken
must have been at the convenience
store that day before we started
the midsummer night´s fire
remember it spitting flaky flames
of sparkling orange
into an open mouthful of heaven
the sudden appearance of a czech choir
turned the scene into a burlesque
cling-clang lullaby
each one of us kept circling
the piled wood mountain
like a loony moon in space
trading stories, laughs and beams
out of half shut smoky eyes
hanging on to nothing but a beer
smashing folk songs out of
soaked throats and into our
cracking concrete jungle hearts
***********************************************************
You can still catch the spirit of wolf/crow
by the shade of a black feathered sky
these nightless days in Burwash
Landing. - I give you a cry.
©elke nachtigall (Juli 2007)
Lost Chicken: very small place on "Top-of-the-world Highway"
Burwash Landig: village on the shore of Lake Kluane/Yukon/Kanada
wolf/crow: the story behind http://www.touryukon.de/html/kultur_fauna/histo1.html
to cover World´s skinny bones and stones
with steamy meadows and dreamy shadows
creeping like liquid paint on canvas
life is always just a touch away
from where the east wind may
tickle the lady´s smock
I´m missing my halo since
I fell out of love in a parking lot
somewhere nearby Lost Chicken
must have been at the convenience
store that day before we started
the midsummer night´s fire
remember it spitting flaky flames
of sparkling orange
into an open mouthful of heaven
the sudden appearance of a czech choir
turned the scene into a burlesque
cling-clang lullaby
each one of us kept circling
the piled wood mountain
like a loony moon in space
trading stories, laughs and beams
out of half shut smoky eyes
hanging on to nothing but a beer
smashing folk songs out of
soaked throats and into our
cracking concrete jungle hearts
***********************************************************
You can still catch the spirit of wolf/crow
by the shade of a black feathered sky
these nightless days in Burwash
Landing. - I give you a cry.
©elke nachtigall (Juli 2007)
Lost Chicken: very small place on "Top-of-the-world Highway"
Burwash Landig: village on the shore of Lake Kluane/Yukon/Kanada
wolf/crow: the story behind http://www.touryukon.de/html/kultur_fauna/histo1.html