Drifting in currents of thought
dancing in the winds of time
released from the body's boundaries,
freed from emotion's rule.
The songs, the laments fade
in the continual breath of silence,
leaving only the wandering will
sailing away over dreams.
Blowing over ancient days
until from afar I spot the cliffs
then my body pulls me back
away from their alluring nearness.
Ah, over the cliffs of time
that watch over every farewell!
Falling through dying laughter,
through sorrow, forgotten at last.
Plummeting into dawning quietude,
tumbling into the end of light,
Sinking into the rush of oblivion,
dissolving into the vortex of nothingness.
For now, the world still holds me
although I draw ever nearer;
the images melt with the day
and I cannot reach the cliffs.
The mute depths keep calling
and when the right name comes
the soul slips from being
into the void whence we came.
Willing, at last, to leave,
content an serene, the will
dances to the heartbeat fo silence
over the cliffs of time.
Eva, Summer 1999
For Birgit