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1.Across the Bridge

From far beyond the veil of sleep
some ancient voice does seem
to whisper my forgotten name
weakly, yet solemnly.

So remotely that one might think
it had been but a dream,
echo of some illusive call
of fleeting memory.

Yes, to believe such vain idea
no problem it would be,
if there was not this inscrutable
unrest within me...

As if out of the deepest sea
some creature seeks to rise,
to wish its long denied existance
back into my life.

My secret name is whispered
by a half-forgotten sigh
and out of nothing, across my face,
which is all petrified.

Hot tears are running without end.
A deeply troubling pain
pulls me together inwardly,
to be no more the same...

From far beyond the veil of sleep
some tune, ne'er before heard,
is trav'lling on a fragile breath,
to shake my frozen world.

2.On Satur(n) days we used to sleep

On Satur(n)days we used to sleep
all motionless and still...
While shrouded in an oppressive gloom
we're handed over to the dream.
A sleep so dark, this "Moon by Day",
of powers strange and weird,
through mystic veils her silver rays
are glowing carefully.
Woven of dewdrops and magical light
this gown that we're wearing here
is but a cloth of mist and we used to call it
"The Breath of the Other Sphere"...

We are floating, flying, incredibly fast,
the world of the thought gives birth to this life.
Free to remember, to discover and feel
as we're closely together in our parallel flight.
While beyond the gates our bodies lie
next to each other in fragile rest,
two chests are lifted up and down,
moved only by some mortal breath.
Yes, our bodies are sleeping so closely together,
but it's only in our minds that we touch (at last).
In the realm of the spirit(s) our souls become one
in the happy knowledge that we are completing halfs.

No bodies and no barriers...
(all) far more intimate and strange.
Our understanding is clearer, imcomparably real,
although there is no sound that dares to escape...
His eyes are mirrors, gates to his soul,
one true look and I recognize
that it's him, my husband, the one that I love.
See me! Read me! Step inside!!!
No barriers and no masquerade,
come, be received beyond distress!
So intensively and so deep
as our fingers unite, our hands caress.

Two wanderers are lovingly dwelling this land,
(as) we fly side by side over mountains and glens.
In the twilight lit of the silver moon...
set free from the flesh, released from this tomb!

On Satur(n)days we used to sleep,
the other side exploring, alive in our dreams...
Free from the pain, home where we belong
and guarded by the shadows of the enchanted realm.
Below a violet sky, both dark and profound,
the horizon is glitt'ring, still there is no sound.
We fly through the night crossing frontiers and lakes,
mountains and valleys...world without end.
"This is where we truly belong,
take both my hands, look into my soul!"
I feel the strength of his embrace
as we're closely together in this secret place...

"Hush, hush, my Dear, can you hear
the rustling in the undergrowth?
See Through the branches, there in the glade...",
ghostly creatures as they dance and sing.
Their transparent bodies, half man and half beast,
their voices so sweet like a soft breath of wind.
On Satur(n)days we used to sleep,
and my pain was eased by his love...

3.Hades "Pluton"

I dreamt that I was lying on the botton
of the dark and never-ending sea,
on a bed that my dead lover was preparing
with his own skeleton for me...

("...bring us a goat and we'll show you the way
straight through the realm of the fallen and slain...")

I sensed the wretched specters of the drowned
staring across from some distant shore,
and in my sadness I drew closer,
to condole and somewhat to implore...

I am like the doubtful kiss of a corpse
or maybe the kiss of an ancient stone.
Yes, it's like kissing some marble statue
that has neither warmth nor life of its own...

("...down, further down, where the gloom becomes sound,
on to the cell where your love might be found...")

COVER THE MIRRORS, FRAGILE HAS DIED,
LEAVING BUT A STARLESS RUIN BEHIND!
SHATTER THE MIRRORS, SO THAT HE CAN NEVER BE CALLED
BACK FROM THE BLESSED SILENCE OF HIS SACRED VAULT...

No, no, no... put an end to the show!
I am going back to the land where the bone-floweres grow,
to "the wild, weird clime that lieth, sublime,
out of Space- out of Time"...

See the shape, but can't see through,
no-one can ever hate me as well as I do.
Know when to throw a laugh, know how to force a smile,
whatever the intention...I'm such a "friendly" lie!

("...bring us only this goat and we'll lead you to him,
it shall open the gates, so we can sneak you in...")

"Bring us a goat and we'll show you the way
straight through the realm of the fallen and slain.
Down, further down, where the gloom becomes sound,
on to the cell, where your love might be found...
Bring us only this goat and we'll lead you to him,
it will open the gates, so we can sneak you in.
Oh, it's cold and so dark here,
and you must keep in mind,
no-one can get you out, if you overstop time...!"

4.Sieh', mein Geliebter, hier hab' ich Gift

"Schatten, Schatten, komm' herbei,
auf diesem Lager harrt ein Leib!
Die Brust, die unstet steigt und sinkt,
der Atem neues Leid nur bringt...!"
Ein Seufzen, schwach, er zittert arg,
sein trüber Blick nimmt nichts mehr wahr,
sein stummer Mund sagt: "Laß' mich geh'n!",
und jede Faser scheint zu fleh'n.
In Schmerzen mein Geliebter liegt,
als hätt' die Zeit den Tod besiegt...

Als er erneut die Augen schließt,
hoff' ich, daß er die Nacht begrüßt.
Seine Hand ist kalt, er spürt mich nicht...,
doch plötzlich dreht er sien Gesicht
direkt zu mir und sieht mich an,
hebt leicht das Haupt und flüstert dann:
"Laß' mich sterben, laß' mich geh'n!
Ich kann bereits die Andern seh'n!"
Dreimal spricht er's mit klarem Blick,
dann sinkt ins Kissen er zurück...

Mein Mantel liegt schwer auf dem Tisch,
aus seiner Tasche nehme ich
den kleinen Flacon, blau-violett
und setz' mich zu ihm an das Bett.
"Hier hab' ich Gift, Geliebter mein,
dies wird beenden Deine Pein!"
Ich hebe sanft den Lopf ihm an,
so schwach ist er, daß er kaum schlucken kann.
"Kein Tropfen soll verschwendet sein,
denn dies hier läßt den Tod herein...!"

Er leert das Glas bis auf den Grund,
ein Lächeln umspielt seinen Mund.
Ich bette seinen Kopf zurück,
er sieht mich an mit klarem Blick...
Die Morgensonne scheint warm in den Raum,
ich schaue ins Licht, es ist wie im Traum,
denn ich seh' am off' nen Fenster ihn steh'n
mit gütigem Lächeln, so wunderschön!
Ich läch'le zurück, er neigt leicht das Haupt,
winkt sanft mir zum Abschied und löst sich dann auf...

Ich küsse den Leichnam, berühr' seine Hand,
seine Züge sind friendlich, weich und entspannt.
Mein Geliebter ist fort, nur sein Leib ist geblieben...,
ihn werd' ich begraben.
"RUHE IN FRIEDEN..."

5.Ich wollte hinaus in den Garten

Ich wollte hinaus in den Garten,
zu begraben meines Liebsten Gebein',
doch als ich kam zu der Tür seiner Kammer,
da öffnet' ich sie und trat hinein.

Dort lagen noch all seine Sachen,
ganz so, als wär' er nicht fort.
Sein Duft, zarter Hauch in den Kleidern,
welch ein kostbarer Schrein dieser Ort.

Ich ging hinab in die Halle,
wo sein Lwichnam still aufgebahrt lag:
gekleidet in weicheste Seide,
gebettet auf samtenem Schwarz.

Ich küsste sanft seine Lider
und schmiegte mich an seinen Leib.
So lagen wir eng beeinander,
und an seiner Brust schlief ich ein.

Die Sonne war längst schon versunken,
als ich zu mir kam aus dunklem Schlaf.
Mein Körper, ans Leben gebunden,
doch mein Liebster, bald Staub nur im Grab.

Doch noch war sein Glanz nicht vergangen,
sein Leichnam so schön, Haut und Haar.
So legte ich ab uns're Kleider
und liebkoste ihn ein letztes Mal...

Ich ging hinaus in den Garten,
zu begraben meines Liebsten Gebein'.
Ich ließ ihn hinab in die Erde
und seitdem bin ich nun allein.

6.Gebet: an die glückligen Eroberer

Ich ruf' Euch, Würmer, denn diese Leich'
hält Einzug nun ins Totenreich.
Zu schwerer Erde, kalt und klamm,
trau' ich Euch meinen Liebsten an.
Sein Leib, entseelt nun, bald Gebein,
soll für Euch Fest und Wohnstatt sein.
Von Stund' an mag er Euch gehör'n,
und nichts soll seinen Frieden stör'n!

7.Lament/Totenklage

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8.The Sleeper (Edgar Allan Poe)

At midnight, in the month of June,
I stand beneath the mystic moon.
An opiate vapour, dewy, dim,
Exhales from out her golden rim,
And, softly dripping, drop by drop,
Upon the quiet mountain top,
Steals drowsily and musically
Into the universal valley.
The rosemary nods upon the grave;
The lily lolls upon the the wave;
Wrapping the fog about its breast,
The ruin moulders into rest;
Looking like Lethe, see! the lake
A conscious slumber seems to take,
And would not, for the world awake.
All Beauty sleeps!-and lo! where lies
Irene, with her Destinies!

O, lady bright! can it be right
This window open to the night?
The wanton airs, from the tree-top,
Laughingly through the lattice drop
The bodiless airs, a wizard rout,
Flit through thy chamber in and out,
And wave the curtain canopy
So fitfully - so fearfully
Above the closed and friged lid
'Neath which thy slumb'ring soul lies hid,
That, o'er the floor and down the wall,
Like ghosts the shadows rise and fall!

Oh, lady dear, hast thou no fear?
Why and what art thou dreaming here?
Sure thou art come o'er far-off seas,
A wonder to these garden trees!
Strange is thy pallor! Strange thy dress,
Strange, above all, thy length of tress,
And this all solemn silentness!

The lady sleeps! Oh, may her sleep,
Which is enduring, so be deep!
Heaven have her in its sacred keep!
This chamber changed for one more holy,
This bed for one more melacholy,
I pray to God that she may lie
For ever with unopened eye,
While the pale sheeted ghosts go by!

My love, she sleeps! Oh, may her sleep
As it is lasting, so be deep!
Soft may the worms around her creep!
Far in the forset, dim and old,
For her may some fall vault unfold
some vault that oft has flung its black
And winged panels fluttering back,
Of her grand family funerals
Some sepulchre, remote, alone,
Against whose portal she hath thrown,
In childhood, many an idle stone
Some tomb from out whose sounding door
She nier shall force an echo more,
Thrilling to think, poor child of sin!
It was the dead who groaned within.

9.Die Knochenblume

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10.Inschrift/Epitaph

Hier, unter diesem alten Stein,
liegen eng beieinander die Gebein'
zweier Wesen, die wie eines war'n.
Denn als von beiden das Eine verstarb,
folgte das Andere ihm ins Grab...
nach nicht einmal ganz einem Jahr.

11.All good Things are Eleven

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