Hymn To Loneliness

Silvery Loneliness!

Cold shower for tired bodies!

Blessed shade for burning wanderers

Only he that bathes in the blue Ganges of longing

in the flaming ribbon of forgetting

will enter your sunken-silent kingdom.

Silvery loneliness!

Yeast of the soul!

Holy magic-ring against poisoning dust

The world – an echo of captured sound

uted from afar.

Stone ballast memories discarded

my balloon rises high

swings through gray clouds to crystal blue infinity.

Silvery loneliness!

Against ancient landscape mountain peaks and

revelations

white love sails flutter over blue seas.

I hear the fevered beat of white wings

above the trembling silver sounds

Like a herd of oxen in iron yoke of days

with donkey patience striding in the weeks dull circle

In your eyes there glows a heavenly prayer:

quick as mice a slurp and a gulp

so I went away from your houses where the day

drags with hardship

A tubercular patient, pale

I ran away from your houses where the souls blood

devours scabs and air of graves

I ran away from your houses where

gloom feeds like a hungry rat

How good it is to float in the swinging

swift purposeful singing space

as on exotic rows of dreams

How good it is to wander the broad wide streets

like luxurious coin of a legendary generous king

Where I will wander like this from street to street

until into the blue land

until into the blue land.