Dark Night

In silence of this summernight
a shiver souls in fading light
that leaves me in the longing dark
that leaves me in the longing dark

no love's delight, no lonesome spark
or tender rush of touching hands
smiles in between the heated sense
of skin unseen, embracing ends

the distant drums of stammer sound
perplexing sighs howl to the ground
form pillow talks and tumbling thighs
of humans all too poorest highs

it leaves them harmed and without breath
with wounded hearts in lifelong shades
of stony parts and private walls
in many a silent night that falls

no reason why I should not cry
to doom the dark and endless sky
and kiss the image frozen lips
when moving hands round hardened hips

no treason in that male desire
no restpoint for that mental fire
that made a mountain feast of tears
of childish wonder all those years

no season why I should not love
to count my blessings in that rough
and find some pride in newly born
when life did crown my heathen storm

there is no reason for alarm
despite the danger-draughty lips
the chickens on too barren hips
the chickens on too barren hips

there is no anger in my head
that cared for heaven's peace of bread
and listened stricken pain that loomed
of urges rain the rhythmic groom

I found release of troubled dreams
of loaden weights so fragile seem
I found release of troubled dreams
of loaden weights so fragile seem

the blessed rain has cleared the air
the morning hopes to bright the sky
it lifts the veil and justifies
my weakened steps, my bloodstained eyes

along the depths of highest hail
and steepest cliff and greater gain
it lifts the veil that blessed rain
it brights the skies for greater gain

my knees are stiff when shiver soul
walks out of this so silent goal
the steepest cliffs, the blessed rain
where light begins, where light remains
 

Poem: 20 Dec 1983, Utrecht
Melody: Summer 1985, Blagnac