Reverie

We never made any music
said the man in blue
and shook his curly head

I never wanted any of it-
the stupid pins and
those magnets on the busted fridge

The sun came up again this morning
but you weren't there to see it
I think you were flying home again

We told her the door was locked but she
didn't want to hear it
She had places to be

There's no such thing
he told the girl in the yellow dress
but she only smiled wider

Nachfolge

In one hand, tongues of fire,
and in the other a knife of
bronze, and at your side, your
son, Isaac, the child of the
promise. Your aged fingers have
no feeling, your wrinkled feet
drag and drag. You have named
him, in your heart, the lamb
of slaughter and the price of
God. The seed of your flesh,
the heir of the covenant, the
pledge of the Almighty- and
will he die? Do you dream
that God might turn aside, relent?
Know that God is not like man,
will not change, will not turn.
This you know in your soul and
cannot doubt. Isaac, the son of
laughter, will die this day.
Behold, the fire and the knife.

Der Geist Der Zeit

Time from time redeeming time,
if such a thing can be,
and all the wasted minutes
come and- prodigals- knock at
the peeling door. If time
from time redeems the time,
might it not come for me?
With a soft and wearied
voice start proffering my
name? If time and time
could redeem the time...

The world runs thus away.