THE GIRL WITH THE GOLDEN HAIR

The people around her thought she was timid,
they said she was fearful
(she stubbornly held on to her secret)
But thed did not know – because they didn't want to -
What I know.
The girl with the golden hair,
Although free, was imprisoned
In the invisible distance,
- Where the icy wind from the mainland brings solitude. -
She was abandoned
The sky was glittering. It was dark,
yet it glittered.

And no one knew her that well,
But I wanted to say it, before drugs intervened.
Words in the throat falling apart
before the moving shadows of the dead
Passing by, coming, day and night,
chasing each other
While silent tears flow
across the face of this sky.

A scream from the wounded chest. Full of sultriness,
Addiction and heavy breathing of the diseased, tortured world.
And the silent world
Turned into an insane steely bat,
Constantly buzzing above the icy wind
Coming into the thick forest of passion
The girl with the golden hair is fighting
Not to take off too soon. She knew all the faces
Without having to know them.
All that's left is to escape: Seemingly floating,
She was just drowing
through dark waves of addiction.

I never saw a gaze like that,
Burning from a mysterious inner core,
A gaze calling for help!
That soft velvet cry of an entire generation.
Ropes, crosses, needles. It all evaporated
In that melting scream. Let no man
Misunderstand me -and take me without questions -
Without return. I saw a flower without roots.