The Secret

It was easy to hide it; from everyone, from you, especially from you since you have been so absolutely sure to definitely find out anything I might ever intend to hide from you.

The only tough part was not hiding it from myself. The obligatory presence of various thoughts on it in my mind all the time was about to drive me mad several times. As it gradually became a casual and ordinarily permanent matter for everyone else, feeling it when I was around, it consumed far too much of my energy. Yet I knew it was the only way of keeping it well hidden from all including you: making a habit out of it.

You just needed to feel it more frequently than expected; more often encounters,  seeing the secret burning in my eyes every time you looked and you would just assume it being no matter of importance.  You got used to it sooner than I thought you could and lost all interest in looking longer, in digging deeper. It was by far not the easiest but the safest way to make sure you would not suspect, that you would not find out I was indeed hiding something from you.

It required great concentration but in the end, I managed to keep away from you the one thing you wanted most:
    before your eyes and
    out of your reach;
                           all these years.

Waiting

You can see him there, standing, waiting. He never gets his eyes off the road and no one even knows what or whom he has been awaiting. Should you go talk to him, he will impossibly tell you of his business there, at the road. Yet it is not to be ignored, you can see the waiting clearly written all over his face, in his dark eyes.
You would better take some water with you for that is what he demands most; he never seems to really quench his thirst. The road has all his attention to itself. He never misses an event, even no pedestrian or a driver for that matter. Should he want to, he can provide you with correct and precise answer on every meaningless detail.

Do not forget water! 
I guess it is just the essence of every road…

Happy Birthday

For my birthday, I got a marvelous mask.
The prettiest colors I have ever seen shine

all along the finest and most enchanting lines,

Drawn on the most fragrant piece of wood I have ever known.
It is a one-of-a-kind piece of art;
Telling the most haunting stories, I have ever heard.

It was my birthday,

a day on which all my names take on the most special meaning.

My present was a true masterpiece of utterly eligible craftsmen,

                                            the irresistibly tempting mask;

       but only almost.

Penalty

I saw.

Seeing has been my most severe punishment over the years,

Ever since I first saw;

So I have been seeing all along.

Closing my eyes as I may

Makes the images clearer;

Even tears should not dim my sight

As my pupils give in to light.

I saw,

As I see today.

The pain grows,

              with the images gaining sharpness.

I reconsider the temptation of giving up my eyes;

every once in a while...

Guilty!

Witness to the birth of your hands,

As you picked up your first pencil with tiny fingers;

Your eyes came into life

With your first dreams;

But your unforgivable sin was 

the rush of blood through your veins,

After you first sipped on a wine of purest red.

The growing love in your now beating heart

was what has been petrifying them to such insanity

all along.

Etwas weniger Kurzes

Stumme Schreie ähneln stumpfen Messern;

Sie schneiden vielleicht nicht immer tief durch,

   dafür aber viel schmerzvoller.

Sie wissen gar zu gut,

      warum sie sich nicht ans Licht bringen sollen.

Etwas ganz Kurzes

Ein kleiner Augenblick der Verzögerung

Und deine Augen meinten schon ganz laut

Dass meine Wörter deinen Ohren nicht gehören