Her Rites

After all
It's a fresh start
And there's no way how you can go in silence
No way leads me to you
Sooner than today
My star set
And the higher I go
The lower does the fog take me
Oh, had I experienced a genuine love
I'd dread nothing
And it's not a bad thing to dream
Do consider this mate,
A platoon of efforts
A prophetic thought
Whirling
Bring me to you
Doesn't matter that you are wrapped in your word
Make some room for me
At poetry

Vienna 2006
Translation by Fredi Proko