First star I see tonight
I wish I may, I wish I might
Be visited by beautiful sprite
My mist-laden dreams to light
A smile like a summer day
A thought of you blows the clouds away
Tolerating my babbling bray
You’re thoughts on show like a whirling ballett
The speed of rhyme goes up
Out of flying fingers words erupt
Trying to describe you’re close-up
In wakeful dreams your face I cup
Moral codes one and the same
Even though it might seem tame
It will keep us high above the shame
And gently kindle the tender flame
Queen without being seated on a throne
Beneath beautiful face beautiful heart shown
Gently smiling soul without a clone
My every barrier overthrown
Almost a rant
Becoming a chant
Off course this poem slants
And it falls
Abend /Evening / La tarde
Die Sterne
wie Weidegras, silbern leuchtend
im hellen Mondlicht.
Nur leichter Wind
in den Bäumen
wie geheimnisvolles Flüstern.
Der Abend beginnt
wie ein romantisches Ballett.
Und Wolken zeichnen
ihre Schattenbilder,
fantastische Portraits im Wechsel
The stars
like grass of pastures, silvery bright
in clear moonlight.
Only slight wind
in the trees
like mysterious whisper.
The evening begins
as a romantic ballet.
And clouds are drawing
their silhouettes,
fantastic portraits
in alterning change
Las estrellas
como la hierba de pastos,
plateado brillante
en el claro de luna.
Sólo el viento ligero
en los árboles
como susurro misterioso.
La noche comienza
como un ballet romántico.
Y las nubes dibujen
sus siluetas,
retratos fantásticos
en alternando cambio
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