serendipitous butterfly
the colour of cloud and sky
and the stripes of a stranded shell
she must have been born in
from the sea foam of a dream
our smiles met
on a wisp of a wave
the ocean spilled into eternity
before dusk merged her with the darkening sea.
unter dem weiten mantel der nacht
das leise quaken der frösche
ein sanfter wind über den feldern
das singen der grillen
ein schlaflied für die wolken
die uns sanft zudecken.
Sie hatte es erlebt, dass Menschen zu Gefangenen dieser Festungen, ihrer Einsamkeit, wurden und sie bis an ihr Lebensende nicht mehr verließen, und sie hoffte, Tin Win würde lernen, was sie mit den Jahren gelernt hatte: dass es Wunden gibt, die die Zeit nicht heilt, die sie aber schrumpft auf eine Größe, mit der es sich leben lässt.
which colour is the wind
brushing the hair of the pine trees
which cling to an abyss above the sea
sighing from longing to rest in the roots
which colour is the sea
the ever-changing but constant
dance of waves reflecting the vast
filling ear and heart with eternity
which colour is your soul
wearing sunsets in infinite skies
over the ocean's deepness
kissed by the calm of a tender rain
and the fragrance of roses.
(for D.)
Que reste-t-il de nos amours
qu'un cheval blanc aux ailes d'argent
se dissolvant en bleu profond
d'un ciel d'automne sans souci
Que reste-t-il de nos amours
que ce coffret sacré du cœur
où le soleil se couche en or
sur l'océan des souvenirs
Que reste-t-il de nos rèves verts
de pâturages plein de fleurs frêles
caressées par le main du vent
qui souffle de l'ouest lointain
Il reste toujours la flamme d'une rose
enracinée en plein désir
Que reste-t-il que pur amour.
if you forget me
maybe the moon peeks
from an opening
hemmed by silver clouds
illuminating the temple
sheltered in a deep forest
of ancient beeches and oaks
where the roses grow wild
where timelessness burns
and a phial keeps light
of the moon and the stars.
(for D.)
in darkened times when leaf and twig went brittle
your sun is brightening gloomy days
inconspicuously against the silhouette of year's demise
keep shining, little rose
preserve the scent of summer
keep shining, little rose
another spring shall come.
in the hour of late dusk
night draws the curtain
sky and sea melt into darknobody's gaze
could ever pierce my heart
like yours
the string that binds us
is resounding in vibration
of celestial harmonies.
(for D.)
a spark came falling
from the sea of stars
into the pond of quiet
warm waters glimmering
translucent in the light of eve
from lavender depths
growing a lotus star
in sparkling willow light
engulfed by wavelets soft and tender
at night a moon arose
from the cradle of the floating bloom
carrying the incense
of eternal embers.
(for D.)
how love persists
in the softness of a feathered evening sky
in the song of breezes tangled in the lakeside reed
in a silent flower swaying in the chords of grass
it keeps on glowing
in the faint silver over sea
where sky and waters melt
into a forlorn vastness.
walk in my garden
on the enchanted path of green
where trees entwine their twigs waving in moonlight
find your way
to the hidden pool amid the thickets
behold your own reflection in the silver arc
of waters quietly sparkling
where wild lilies spread the fragrance
of deepest sources.
(for D.)
