I
Yellow topaz hair and your sea blue eyes
Over the jewel which makes one swim and fly
Underneath the midnight sky, stars and sun.
So little speech yet it is so much fun.
Although it’s weird you seem to always stare
Round the corner. I ask, if I dare
What you stare at. But though your mind,
How far it is, acts so strangely but kind
Before you fall fast, back down to the Earth
Really stunning, never hitting a nerve.
How hard it is for anyone to know
What one thinks when they see you shine and glow.
Now that I know, I cannot say, as such
Everlasting a rose can say so much.
II
Within the pale, soft, tender lips of yours
Which grant, that I know, that I’d never touch
The same way we play dreams in our games.
Although you hold, ever more, ever less,
The keys to the truth, the lies, and the rest
You may lie, or speak of only lies but
No matter how deep the truth of the lies
I will find, the only wisdom within
One self, to find the heart, to break the locks
The locks of the dreams, the locks of the Games,
Only to find my rest, to find my peace,
The only place, which has my truth, my lease
To my mind and soul, held by the soft lips
Of yours, binds me to a solar eclipse
