As it came running
Like three lights or three eyes,
I could not but would not
Step aside fast enough.

It hit me and cold steel,
Slashing my body,
Drove right through the inside
Of my bones and heart.

Grieve not, for this time
I felt deadly alive.

As easy as the wind can make
The leaves shake,
So am I able to conjure up the image of your face
In my head.
And all the time, too.

Nothing in-visible to me,
Nothing you do goes unnoticed
But will always be accompanied by
a little counter movement,
A tiny expression on my face.

Colours of mountains,
The song of a blackbird,
Painful it was, and a little bit scary.

When my eyes would grow bigger,
Rays of light shaped the edges
Of things and of shadows
Not seen but felt.

Carrying on in a distance,
I learned to distinguish
The sounds from the voices
Of soundless creatures.

Battered and crumbled, fallen to pieces,
The cities lie dusty, and silent He is.
Until looking at her face,
So pure and so shiny,
Pacing towards her, through the debris he walks.

Unfolding his black wings,
He comes to a halt.
And she stands, with a shiver,
Her eyes wide in awe.

A second of loud noise,
Then a minute of hush,
So they stand and they stare,
For nobody to see.

In the end it is Him
Who is finally vanquished,
By the immediate gaze
Of a flesh and blood creature.

Arising again, He grows paler -
             and paler.

Clapping and smiling
They will tear me to pieces,
Outraged and amused,
They will knock me down.

I am a new member,
So please be soft on me.
Have mercy, my people,
You see what I cannot.

Hours go by, not unnoticed but silent.
I sit in the snow,
Counting the scars and how violent
They had been.

Slowly the melting water soaks
My coat and my bones.
And the turning pages do not make me frown any longer.

Dropping from my face,
Not a single tear but water.
And, tying my shoe lace,
I get up for the last time.

Outside the storm moves things to their ends;
Outside it is cold, and cold hands
Make me frown and I fear
The end, myself.

I stand at the window,
Seeing things reflected; the glow
Which comes from your eyes.

So I am not scared anymore,
Because inside
Things are not reflected,
But wide
And as peaceful as ever.