Kosmos

Sehr weit weg, für immer fort…ich wünscht ich wär‘ an einem anderen Ort .                     Mit Dir durch’s Weltall möcht‘ ich fliegen, um am Ende  doch zu kriegen,                          was nur Dir und mir gehört. –  vielleicht einen Planeten oder Stern,                                     oh ja gewiss, den hätt‘ ich gern. Wo es keine Menschen gibt, nur Du, nur ich die Weite sieht. – einfach nur schweben, dabei Dir meine Hände geben….                                          Deine Sicherheit,  die möcht‘ ich spüren, ganz ganz zart wir uns berühren.

Wir stellen uns niemals die Frage  – Warum oder (hat) ergiebt das Sinn, denn unsere Liebe, die trug uns dorthin…

Sehr weit weg an einen anderen Ort,  endlich sind wir zwei, für immer dort.

Nina-Simone Gasser  alias Ninifay

The River

In the rivers flood running fast,

a shape came floating past,

from where I stood, staring

with curiosity. As I went nearer

the amorphous thing I beheld

and mad I went; screaming in horror.

For the shape was neither dead nor

alive, bloated and distended

and rotten it floated on nigh.

Then the horrid, half-decayed

form reanimated as I stood there

prostrate, unable to move or to

lift a limb. A stench welled up,

as of a thousend charnel pits

and sepulchres, strangling the grass

and the flowers, befouling them.

The thing reared up slowly and shuffling,

menacing it made some steps

where I stood, certain sounds it uttered,

words full of repulsiveness and wickedness.

The shape then raised a fetid paw, plunging

half-blind forward, where I cowered in frantic fear,

transfixed by some malevolent will.

My mind went dark and numb, as the thing drew closer

and closer. As I at last regained my senses,

there lingered still that loathsome, foul

odour, that no clean air could vanquish.

Blindly and delirious and half-mad I stumpled

over that befouled river-bank until I could

smell the wholesome air, whilst my head

still swirled and reeled from the minds ordeal.

Thereafter I dared not

to go back, where the grass

and flowers where dead shriveled

as by some vile sorcery.