Thursday, September 30, 2010

Dearest Father



Dearest father! You are so enfeebled      Though a winelit soul
Dearest father

So enfeebled he is
No longer hale and hearty
He stops breathing from time to time
He whispers the inconvenient truth approaching to his heart

He senses everything
Murmurs prayers faintly from time to time
Fatal freindlessness and fear, forcefully
Inspire death dread to him
Dearest father
No strength in the feet to walk
No power in the hands to take
No vigor in the tongue to talk
No, no, to fall asleep? He does not feel like

Dearest father

Ears hardly hear
Eyes are of no sight but insight

No, … he has no words to say
Or if he does
No other ear to hear
No other liveliness and loftiness

There is no help at this time,
Dearest father!
Eye has seen another insight
Body amalgamates into soul
Little by little
Drops of tears become words
With few, love and affection is explained
He sighs from the depth of his heart
Tears roll down his rose cheeks
Love shines from his eyes and look
Looking expected at the door
He falls asleep … Dearest father! …
And in his dream, he sees, not in a long time
How,
His rose cheeks droop in fall

I wish my heart turned into stone
I wish I could harrow my heavy heart
I wish this never happened
Oh, how colorless is this war
It is so frightening
Everywhere has decay color

The whole road overburdened
The whole life absurd

Behind this dark and rocky road
How lonely was this simple and colorless heart
Perhaps this is the last tale,

The black soil tale, our last in love tale
The poignant tale of Genesis

Negligence the beginning, middle, and the end
Oh father, why should I see your sad face
Why should I see you choked with faultless loneliness





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