Exit by zenyat on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

Footsteps have been sounding down my street for years — my friends are leaving.

My friends are pleased with the slow departure

of that darkness outside the windows.

My friends' business is neglected,

there is no music or singing in their houses,

and only, as before,

the blue Degas girls straighten their feathers.

Well, well, well, may fear not wake

you, defenseless, in the middle of this night.

A mysterious passion for betrayal,

my friends, clouds your eyes.

Oh loneliness, how cool is your character!

Flashing with an iron compass,

how coldly you close the circle,

not heeding useless assurances.

So summon me and reward me!

Your darling, caressed by you,

I will console myself by leaning against your chest,

I will wash my face with your cold blue.

Let me stand on tiptoe in your forest,

find foliage at the other end of a slow gesture

, and bring it to my face,

and feel orphanhood as bliss.

Grant me the silence of your libraries,

your concerts, strict motives,

and — wise — I will forget those

who died or are still alive.

And I will know wisdom and sadness,

objects will entrust their secret meaning to me.

Nature, leaning against my shoulders,

will announce her childhood secrets.

And then — out of the tears, out of the darkness,

out of the poor ignorance

of my former friends, beautiful features

will appear and dissolve again.

Ged.morgen-donate