Weekend

[Guest guest]

I was a fool to enter,

no exit can be seen,

and somewhere I lost

my interest in some

quite important things.

 

This weekend as I was

relaxing on the terrace

with red wine and olives,

who was stealing my attention

from the conversation with my friends?

 

Willingly I let myself get drawn

into a dark mysterious world,

just opening this nights play,

in the quiet theatre of beauty.

I know it must be known by you,

it has a very long tradition.

 

What happened on this strange stage

I hesitate to tell.

Still you might see, this exact scene

quite close to writers vision

and it would not be unsuitable

to be called to mind at all.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

NIGHT AT THE BAY

 

 

Safe from hunters spears

their empty graves on the horizon,

a large brown and golden eel

is winding its way

through the sea weed.

 

Next to the pier.

small crabs are hiding

under stones

beneath the black mercury mirror

covering the bay.

 

Out of nowhere crickets scissors

cut a stream of holes

in silence,

leaving parts unbroken.

 

Between the rocks

above wild rose and junipher

night flys reveal their secrets

of circular geometry.

 

Like ghosts, large moths,

guests from distant worlds appear.

in the field where fragnance of wet earth

rise and mingles

with timothy grass and yellow summer flowers.

 

 

Right here

in this warm night of mystery

where every door is open wide

I join the small spider

slowly spinning a silver thread

across the powder of the milky way.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Alan

 

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