…Upon some days of broken dreams
Up on the strays of shame and streams
Enticing memories do stay
Beyond the Night, beneath the Day.
Beyond yourself – thy wings do spread
And on the sand of fate do tread
and slide along the streaks of past
the poles of time, so hale and vast.
The pole-star guides your thorny way –
Beneath the Night, beyond the Day.
Between the dunes, so dim and dun,
Up on the crown of mighty sun.
23.05.2007