Suddenly
I remembered,
I could indeed fly.
I showed it
in the middle of the gathering,
where you first looked
astonished at me,
but then
as if you had seen the devil.
I flew away.
In the large apartment then
not without fear
of unrecognized angles.
But at the border of the apartment
and at the same time
in the midst of it,
with both feet yet
in the own home
standing:
a large, powerful,
noble portal.
The doors made of heavy wood
and framed by
hosts of angels
carved in stone
– each angel
a few candles guarding.
I flew up.
To set fire to all
and which burned down
let shine again
by new form.
In the stone arch
sitting,
with the aim and
the strenuous attempt,
to achieve so too
the outermost candles,
suddenly became so heavy,
as if I had forgotten to fly,
for fear of falling down.
Some down there,
on the other site,
notice the solemn lighting
and
looking up to the lights,
which in the middle of the day
and in middle of the night
are shining.
The one is happy
about the festive light,
the other worries
about my strength.
Even
if I should fall
and
become too heavy to fly:
I would come back,
to light too
the last candle.
© Barbara-Paraprem – 2.9.1993
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 1:47 AM UTC
Suddenly
I remembered,
I could indeed fly.
I showed it
in the middle of the gathering,
where you first looked
astonished at me,
but then
as if you had seen the devil.
I flew away.
In the large apartment then
not without fear
of unrecognized angles.
But at the border of the apartment
and at the same time
in the midst of it,
with both feet yet
in the own home
standing:
a large, powerful,
noble portal.
The doors made of heavy wood
and framed by
hosts of angels
carved in stone
– each angel
a few candles guarding.
I flew up.
To set fire to all
and which burned down
let shine again
by new form.
In the stone arch
sitting,
with the aim and
the strenuous attempt,
to achieve so too
the outermost candles,
suddenly became so heavy,
as if I had forgotten to fly,
for fear of falling down.
Some down there,
on the other site,
notice the solemn lighting
and
looking up to the lights,
which in the middle of the day
and in middle of the night
are shining.
The one is happy
about the festive light,
the other worries
about my strength.
Even
if I should fall
and
become too heavy to fly:
I would come back,
to light too
the last candle.
© Barbara-Paraprem – 2.9.1993
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