serge gurkski
Mitglied
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(for Roethke)
in a dark time
birds like in a parc exotique
yell and sing back to their echoes,
they want to mate but they're undue.
In the dark out, chilling, love's undue yet.
Another shot, friend, take and maybe then
And maybe then horizons open up into trumpeting
light blue of day in a dark time,
In a dark time sky opens out
promises, lies, is light, a lie
it is, in a dark and shadow time,
foxes rush through bushes, dark green bushes,
with their teeth out and hissing death
and dark blood drops of deer fallen,
life fallen and fallen love
on the greenest, purest meadow
falls. Has fallen, has succumbed
to a dark time, blinded by the flood
light of another morning
of a day in a dark time.
(for Roethke)
in a dark time
birds like in a parc exotique
yell and sing back to their echoes,
they want to mate but they're undue.
In the dark out, chilling, love's undue yet.
Another shot, friend, take and maybe then
And maybe then horizons open up into trumpeting
light blue of day in a dark time,
In a dark time sky opens out
promises, lies, is light, a lie
it is, in a dark and shadow time,
foxes rush through bushes, dark green bushes,
with their teeth out and hissing death
and dark blood drops of deer fallen,
life fallen and fallen love
on the greenest, purest meadow
falls. Has fallen, has succumbed
to a dark time, blinded by the flood
light of another morning
of a day in a dark time.