Yearnings

The primal desire is to be alone
To live and die in silence…
Loneliness in the womb
Loneliness in the grave
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust…
Oh, how I wish for the footsteps
To be silent…silent like the flowing time
Silent like the waves, the stars, the
moth eaten reality…too silent
to be called deafening…
And too lonely to be called
anything but love…silent love
Lonely tears… soldiers of desire
Dreams, lights dimmed out…
I crave for these… smile is
Not a lie…nothing can ever be
too distant to be called untruth
And even laughter can be
hollower than the desert...

The foggy midnight darkness
The lonely train in the empty
station…the lighthouse standing
tall… unkissed… the petals wilting
and the moonlight waning…
Paperboats floating in the
Evanescence…in search of
Dreamless lonely eyes…
Torn pages full of poems,
Unwritten…
Lyrics of the forlorn dusk …
The flute keeps on playing
in the country dust..
Little insects – they too
dive at the candle flame
And a candleflame can be
all alone, like you and me

I love you, my sweet sorrow…
Oh, how I crave your lonely
lips…your sad eyes…your
lap…for me to rest my lonely
tired head… I’ll wait for you, baby
For you to find me alone enough…
I'll wait till the dawn of eternity
finds me and my absinth ...

...all alone...