I Miss You

I miss you.

I miss the good old days, the slumbering air.

I miss the autumn gardens, the golden flare.

I miss the torquoise fog, the burgundy dusk.

Those grand old feasts, a truthful mask.

I miss you.

When his ghostly waves haunt, my memories afloat.

Still your scent fondles, from my old winter coat.

Helplessly I dream of you in these frosty nights.

Morning puddles dance the blues in my eyes.

I miss you.

I miss that boy once naïve and hopeful.

I miss those unholy phases most artful.

I miss your voice and your silent strides,

your lovely dresses and your untainted eyes.

I miss you.

By the fire I pen this yearningly song.

 My heart in angst with a petrified tongue.

The dread of your absence forbade my rest. 

Hallucinations of my velvet crest.

Undraped mortality I confess to you.

Forgive me, my heart, for my childish wrongs.

For you I long.

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I am a dream, I am a nightmare.

I have never been, I never will.

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Such must words bear for my eyes be shown.

How shall rigour fare for my heart be known?

Afar it seems be Aphrodite’s quill,

who murmurs secrets more secret still.

Weathered is this land of a forgotten past.

In rustling darkness trembles Chronos aghast.

Dislodged all fringes of unwelcoming art.

Frailest spirits from wisdom we part.

In plays or caves, the passions I remember?

Tenderest thou art, with my heart forth fonder.

How must I wield for my truest verse?

How may I prove my unspeakable words?

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Du Fehlst Mir So

Descending steps, from a place unknown.

Angelic strings, scarlet curtains flown.

Empty thoughts, the cold flame quivers.

A lifeless figure, breathing in his throne.

 A dark room, a landscape of artefact.

A glimmering lighthouse, dispirited tone.

The dancing fork, combing feathered pages.

Paradisal fantasy, a child in old age.

Reasons without words, a game endless.

Passions without swords, a spirit soulless. 

Divine bliss, escapes my light cone.

Sorrows unspoken, rose my tombstone.

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April Song

Inspired by the faded flowers,

petrified by those magical towers.

Through mist we stroll up this little path,

from the blooming leaves to the fairies’ bath.

Than rose petals your scent sweeter still,

Intoxicated in your seraphic song.

Dearest mystery your eyes they wander,

for a forsaken palace in that icy pond.

Goblins and dwarfs in caves they dreamed,

ghosts of your voice a lullaby weaved.


In the sweetest breeze our spirits sing,

to breathing fires and the snaking sand.

O! My beloved, my dearest spring!

I will freeze time with my withering hand.

If your bliss and life be granted for me,

then let my soul be damned for thee.


The Andante summons the winter air,

waking from a dusty garden.

Another dream your words conjured,

my senses your presence conquered.

By the fire we sit when stories unwind,

Sirens livelier than my mind.

All thoughts dissolved, I’m lost in your grace.

Mesmerised in your breath and your gentle face.

If eternally I may in your paradise sleep,

be’t my life or my soul, for the devil to keep.

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Fantasie N.2

Scattered will in darkness she wanders.

The purest heart out of darkness ponders.

Her fabrics by this desert weaved.

A palace forged from dusty leaves.

Still empty space, save stardust rings.

Pieces of existence in eternity unwind.

A mortal she stood in the falling springs.

Nine souls she embraced her heart she finds.

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Blue Myshkin Flowers – Waltz

I dare not the dream of love hear, 

for the fear that my soul be stirred.

The white dress and flowers you wear,

mine eyes your beauty lured.

Confused I am, in the wine I consumed, 

in a darkest hour coldness caresses.

Oh my memories I bear, pages float in the air,

sweet red roses of a purpleheart tear.

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Dream Note n.3 – Fryderyk

In February the feathers fall, again your face is there.

Mist thicker than snow, my heart sinks in the air.

I wake in alarm from fears, twice my morning tears. 

See not my forest so bleak, a silently dreadful nightmare.

Sorrows from fears I find, not of any mortal danger. Of

you my dreams unwind yet, how that immortal coldness lingers.

Orpheus betrayed my darkness, the sun cannot dissolve my pain.

Untamed my spirit in songs, a bell tower, a crane.

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Pavane for a Dead Quill Murdered by Princess Rosie on the Dark Persian Carpet, in C Minor

What have we here? A crime scene!

What drama is this? A quill on its belly!

Where is the cat? Hiding under the table!

O my poor dear quill! Sleep, sleep.

In a throne of oak and neckless of silver,

the wine washes her most delicate feather.

Loneliness her friend with songs of wisdom,

an angel befits not this worldly weather.

One cannot fathom the sufferings of a swan,

to journey beyond this country town.

Vaults of treasures in hearts they hold,

such greed of being shall weigh them down.

Endless wanderings of a curious soul,

with nothing else but a loving heart.

Yearning for love she fell onto this soil,

yet she hears nothing but requiems der lark.

O! What will she had for all her being!

Alas! The apple cannot but fall from the tree.

Uncertainty her fate in the hands of her master,

who mastered the finest art of murder.

The skeletal remains, the feathers soaked in blood.

Unconditional forgiveness, unconditional love.

In her grave she weeps, not of her fate.

But of the ignorance of her murderer of her heart.

The finale sings the sea of tears.

Tears of gratitude for this most meaningful art.

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Dream Note n.2 in E minor – Jean Paul, Fyodor, Emmanuel

Yet again I dream of confusion, in the empty space you created.

Once a flourishing stave of quavers, now an awakening deserted.

Unspoken words in a cage they scream, no peace may I find in a silent reprise.

And yet most serene and blissful I felt when I think of you in my paradise.

Remember of my last dream I uttered, childish that I was and still am I?

End of a dream when the cold airs flutter, of our empty space I too well realise.

Bloody tears and pulsing veins, a crying heart most painful my demise.

Eternal doom is in this world my fate, yet that fate you queried and shattered my lies.

And yet afraid we are of us, of the caring, the frailty, the ungraspable other.

Unseen love where your beauty hides? Is this mystery not her very nature?

Too soon I arrived and too soon you appear, too soon for our wisdom to bear.

In silence I shall suffer for thee for me, write to me but not of what you wear.

For to you I belong, all else for you I journey towards and to you I return.

Under the clouds, a soft song, though you hear not of how my passions burn.

Let me be yours, your slave or your prince, I will die for you, my heart’s urn.

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