STEFAN ANTONI GRASS
POETRY 2002 – 2003
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Do not cut this white thread, Ariadne For it's the only guide in my blindness As I walk through the dark labyrinth Of old fears and forgotten vows. Do not let go of that gossamer strand Spun out of your loving heart For I'd be lost in the fathomless night Of my confusions and despair. Walk softly and lead me gently, Ariadne Past the yawning black abyss Where only the coiled serpents hiss Their poisonous spells and curses. And when the Light opens my eyes again, Look ere you close the gate of no return For to my now empty hand still clings A trembling shadow of your guiding thread. 16th September 2002 |
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If you were a circle and I was another We could search the heart of vesica piscis To learn the secret of two lives interlocked And find the centre where love's magic is born. If you were a tree and I was another We could whisper green secrets of many-shaped Leaves and the geometry of branches Sending coded words to the roots below. If you were a star and I was another We could weave spiralling miracles of light Dazzling people on our small human planets Making them pray to us – their starry gods. But we are both human. We spin our dreams In whirling pentacles, triangles of fire We – God's precious stones, His treasured necklace Of sparkling diamond souls set in the gold of love. 15th June 2003 |
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How easy it is to lose our way In that misty land of blurred signposts In the tangle of uncertain paths With the Will o' the Wisp for a guide. How easy it is to be led astray By the voices of the mocking birds The mischief-makers in the gloaming Luring us into their magic flight. Yet the lighthouse beam is always there, As it signals through the darkest night Calling us to follow its lighted path To the safe haven of love and joy. A hopeful glow-worm on a slender leaf I send my coded messages of love And patiently wait for you to respond. Time flows. Love delayed is my hope alive. 15th June 2003 |
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Wind blowing from nowhere Sent yearning through my window. It sat at the spinning wheel twisting silken threads and winding them round my heart. At dusk, the Longing Weaver Scattered autumn leaves And chasing whistling sylphs disappeared in the mist... |
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My cocoon for you is woven Of pure love from threads of silk From whispered words That open your soft lips And seal them with a kiss. Wrapped in the cocoon Of my loving silence You dream of coloured wings Trembling under the sun Of petals that part To let you quench our thirst With the nectar of love. When in the whirl of rainbow colours You come back – my resurrected dream You'll float above wood anemones And unwrap my heart from silken bonds Of love that has never died. |
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You came back. My familiar evening star Suddenly lost in the darkling sky Of my long and lonesome vigil. Tears Of welcome blurred your light For a brief moment. And then you smiled and cried over me – I felt the dew falling like kisses on my face. In my telescope you seemed so small, So distant and yet so near. You – my returning evening star. And I – an old stargazer – his dream fulfilled. 16th June 2003 |
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Frail gossamers float Leaves whirl to their death Whisp'ring their adieus In a colourful breath. The long-fingered wind Tousling misty wisps As bonfire's smoke Creeps on stubble field. Twilight vagabond Lurking in the shadows Vespers' lullabies Closing children's eyes. Candles burning bright In the sky above... And I yearn for you On October night. 20th October 2003 |
A mallow's face looks at me The yellow eyes smile, mauve greeting. Fairy land visit. Hoar frost on my window Has blurred the real world I'll wait for the sun. Rainbow across the sky Autumnal hues in the sun Raindrops on my face. The night left a gift – Frost diamonds on my windows. I feel rich today. Fine morning shower. I felt sharp needles on my skin – Rain acupuncture. The silver birch rocks The new moon in its green arms. June lullaby. Strong wind bends a tree It yields to its fierce power Life is acceptance. |
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