as pink clouds

float

on the horizon

over the highway

only a smile

can shadow my sorrow

and just as well,

knowing

that the one who sheds a tear

does the world a great injustice

and

above this world

i float

on my flying carpet

i, the chivalrous one,

am adored.

i am invincible.

as it is never noticed

when the king stands alone.

so i smoke another cigarette

and at the break of dawn

i trip

falling again

to escape

into the next room.



once upon a time

a raven came unto me.

her long, silky waves

two summers ago

fade away like a dream

that by this time

has always been a memory

then came the girl from the commune

with fair, feathery hair

and a spring of life

in her stately laugh

and a flowing, violet, floral skirt

that helped her to glide

with the gentle breeze

that my outstretched hand

fell straight through

because it was only a mirage.

and then there was

the wild child

who never held still for a moment

and i touched her softly

not to admit it.

so young and restless

rode her horse away on the wind



there is a simple girl

who hides her eyes

because they blend into her face.

she wants to be a virtuous woman.

she is foreign to me

she belongs somewhere else

and from there,

staring into the looking glass,

she can see me

from her pedestal

there is pity in those eyes

that fade away.

she asks me if i care

i tell her i'll be leaving soon anyway.