The ticktack of the second-hand
Will never stop
1 day 60x60x24 seconds to go
But waiting for a minute
Sometimes can be a long long time to go
As the second-hand has to tick 60 times
But so soon our lives will come to an end
As depressions, frustrations and pressures
Will burn our lives even faster
Than the second-hand
Tranquility;
the fathomless water;
surprised by the sound of its own breath,
awakens from the sleep and listens to
the sound of silence in silence;
the dead of night.
Ticktack,
a fretting clock struggles to cling on the wall
creeps and wiggles restlessly; the heavy air
in the room is heavier then lead, dominates space;
the wall falls to the ground by the sound of heartbeats;
something, that is unknown, flies away flapping
the huge and dark wings;
the dead of night.
The candle burns; the light goes out;
in the echo of the tinkling bell,
the man who bears the cross on his back sobs;
on the other side of the statue of Virgin Mary,
the man who is on the cross cries softly;
the dead of night.
.
Thin, wiggling whiffs of smoke
sting my bleary eyes.
I try to stoke back to life embers
on the sand.
Now tiny tongues of flame sway,
twist and wiggle
like snakes through parched leaves,
devouring dry twigs,
and sooty pieces of brittle pebbles,
lumps of earth.
My shadow shivers and shrivels
away far behind me
As the dusk broods, darkens and
deepens into ink-black night.
I gaze up and peer at the darkness
beyond the bonfire.
The clear call of unseen cuckoos
and the ticktack tapping
of a faraway woodpecker in the woods
have died down.
.
chilly quiet evening
ticktack whispering in my ear
past, present, future
The wiggling whiff of smoke stings my eyes,
so I try to stoke back to life the buried embers.
Now tiny tongues of flame sway, twist and wriggle
like snakes through parched leaves, devouring twigs,
even sooty pieces of brittle rocks and pebbles.
As the dusk broods, darkens and deepens into night,
my shadow shivers and shrivels away behind me.
I gaze at the darkness beyond the dancing bonfire:
the calls of unseen cuckoos and the ticktack tapping
of a faraway woodpecker have all died down.