what is real

I danced with the shadows when you were gone

when you were gone I danced

with the whole world I danced

I danced with you when you were gone

now that you are gone I dance

nothing was still then

I tried

to catch it with a silver pin

just then my head spinned

the only soldier now is me.

after the late summer sun sets
I spy myself so I wouldn't get lost

I'm discharged
however
the whistle has lost sound

love until you dont

yes, peach

you're inventing machines to chase waves
while I chase winds myself
barefeet in morning rain

I cry sitting in the cloud
and let nettles sting me more

I wait for boats
to never get on them

expelled from my life
you find shelter in my dreams
where I secretly lust for you

I do know how to try

ashes to ashes

from frosty morning grounds
one by one
I pick your tears

together with the ashes
I fly 'em into deep waters

I pick
your wails

that echo
from mountains
to valleys

over the bay
across the waters

I string 'em with the wind
hang 'em between the two seasons
and wait
for the sunset to take us all

when
the moon's in my left eye
and the sun is in my right one
birds're flying from one to another

my world is so small

when rain hesitates to come
I wash the bay with my own hands

I rinse clouds
rise trees
swirl down with streams
glide round with gannets

when rain hesitates to come

*

I go your way
you go mine

everything's light

yesterday I was asleep
today I weigh my heavy dreams and I weigh yours too

I also weigh my worries and my cups of tea
then I weigh my fears and add some sour tears

I weigh my meals, my clothes, my plants, my dog
and add a pinch of loneliness

tomorrow I'll weigh my doubts, my questions, my hopes,
my cigarettes, my empty shopping bags

the day after tomorrow I'll be asleep again

the swell is big
it goes over me
under
even inside

little rolled balls of darkness fall in
and disappear

oh, do I fear darkness
oh, do I fear depth

I climb up the mountain
and reach the valley
where people go to die
where silence takes over
where darkness is not present in such light

the swell is big
it washes the valley
it washes me

over the bay many suns set
the wings and the horseshoes
remain

when the horses disappear into the cloud
I rest my head on a stone
lay myself on the ground
and listen

I stared through the window and waited for the rain to start. I could see it soaking the mountains and messing up the glassy surface of the bay, eventually it took over the horses and the neighbour's house

still I sat there at the window and waited for the rain to come here

but snow came instead