Sweeping winds -
Greatings from silence.
Sweeping where
No one has gone before.

Sweeping winds -
Come from anywhere.
They come to grind
The ground,
Where life, where tufts of grass
Conjure the life from down to up
and up to down.

Sweeping winds -
Searching for deserts
Playing their game and tasting the blood
And having to blight
Bright and early lifeforms life.
On this playground, made of deserts,
Trembling lifeforms only treasure
Is their life!
- not deadly toys, not supposedly might.

And being so dead sure
They’ll have to fight for …

15/Jan/2007, 01:08 Uhr , Gedichte, Gedichte 1995-1997 ,