Kategorie: Lyrik III

Once in a golden valley Of a cloudless stateThere was suitable space For a profound embrace Of sun and moon Near heaven’s gate Impressions of destined chessedAmong us and still to comeVoice to voice, lips to lipsEvoking radical kinshipsHeartbeat on heartbeatThrough our transcendent drum Their finely aged, sun-kissed grapesTasted true and eagerly sweetWhile her cultivated, soft touchMade me feel…

Roses are red,the violets are shrewd.These words may rhyme—but is there truth? Maybe reality is like nature.It grows, blooms, declines, and dies.If we take care of it,might it survive? Could reality exist,could wildflower gardens grow?We fertilize the soils,in the hopes thatcolours of nuance would arise. And yet—sometimes we try so hard,clinging to hold our garden…