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It was dark with smelting stars

On the cold white sand of time

Turning in his ample sleep,

Space was murmuring his rhyme.




Twinkling sand runs through my hands

I am dead. I am alive.

I don’t move. I don’t pretend

I will take this fatal dive.




I am waiting… World breaths on.

Time has stopped. And far away

Mermaids chant their luring song

I can hear them, sound and sway.




Moonshine lilies giving sprouts

Making may through shining sand

Through my fingers in a crowd

Straining to the heaven end.




Wind is nesting on my shoulder

Whispers that you are coming here

Whirling in a round folder

At my feet. And now I hear.




It’s eternity that’s watching

And the world that’s stopped its round.

It’s for you my heart is scorching

For the coming rustling sound.




I won’t turn. I’m not alive.

I am sand and salt of time

A memorial for strive

And our love-embodied rhyme.