noir – Scriptorium '77

Midnight For My Soul

I possibly like the night too much
When everyone else is sleeping or dreaming or whoring or such
There is an inner peace I find
Don’t get me wrong, I do trust my working mind

looking through shattered glass

looking through
what once was clear
no broken front
before my vision

jeg trenger natten

hier bin ich kein mensch; hier darf ich nur ich sein.

edderkoppen liker deg

jeg trenger natten
edderkoppen liker deg
en kvinne er det

Sonnet #11: Zombies

It’s just another home he passed at night
The inner circle moves behind the curtain
He might have been the witness of a fight
But being drunk he sure was all but certain

follow me

The sound of sand and dust
Walking
Not talking
Because

Sonnet #10: Morgenma(h)l

Das ewig gleiche Bild trägt schwer am Geist
Wenn Zitterpappeln hängen vor dem Fenster
Wir Kinder wünschen uns nur Stille meist
Denn fürchten wir bei Nacht des Geists Gespenster

Smiling Under the Mask Means Breathing With the Eyes

People are allowed to be afraid
Fearing the unknown is never easy
But there is one thing you can do
Follow the rules

Erdbeermund

fessle mich
mit deinem roten erdbeermund
zu dieser stund
tief in seelentrüber nacht

Sonnet #5: Echoes

The sea arrives in calm at midnight shore
Please tell me frankly what you’ve got in store
When arm in arm my friend and I walk on
Because I truly care where we belong