Der Kelch des Lebens

Failed in word
Melted in dream
Only touched the chalice of life
In a pull
Throat filled with poison
Body and flesh decomposed
Soul drank empty
Rubbed raw on the trunk of longing
Heated - burnt
Too hot - over
Longing

Exposed and pushed aside
Planted the seed in the swamp
Now that I feel
I am human and I want to speak
At the foot of the mountains I want to kneel
Want to bless the sea with words
Which wind called me
Which clown laughed at me
So I don't need the name
Not called
Nor will I ever hear an answer

It is the dream that led me
And I will follow into the blaze...