I stand on the shore of future.
I wait for sleep
to open up one more night for me.

I am not one of those shadows
that still seek their owner;
I am not like the wind that carries
the early spring smile
of the sun into a brighter space.

I begged too humbly
for a starry tear -
for a chance so refreshing
that love infects me, longing tickles
my calves.

I trusted too hastily the decade
when my last hour left me.
Are you the same word
that clung to lips too lonely to be true?

I stagger, although my feet -
worn in several places -
know perfectly well the cold paths
that lead beyond the gates
of annihilation.

I close my eyelids, spread my lips
so that a little scream can get through.
I do not want my thoughts
to collide with the wall.

I do not want the fog to stifle fear,
to make a whisper. It is impossible
for a body to fit into
a naked, cruelly frozen hand.