On Waldeinsamkeit
All she wants is to be alone in the forest to heal her soul
But in youth His passion burst on her like in flood rage voice that fills a stream in blood,
Red sticky flow spoiled her, she was once like a good girl – once but HE ruined her,
She runs away in dreadful heart not ready for a shallow murder or to be axed,
But cannot escape and in clear waters she is cut deep left dumb.
The stone reads “when your affection yields discomfort it seems words amplified,”
When the bottom is reached too early before the Bain – in needle sting relief and for some fix – Bitter Stick – but shallow they pain when it come;
Not even in such glorious simplicity can she find the good life, that inner peace in that which makes a lover,
Instead in daily turmoil they struggle and so rich in hurt – HIM shouting there will be blood!
But why! when once he saw her true without judging her feelings and no merit or true passion,
With thinking that she feels no pain and sues for no compassion,
Silence is our love betrayal! A mere pity for she had forgot that day in spring, –
On the river bank together in secret love beneath the weeping willows,
Our spring day may have saved her…..
But love is lost to one so FILLED in a raging passion, dark winter is ice cold, not fresh spring nor a flower in awakening grace;
Fresh spring that the herald of loves might bring peace, and all souls await,
In whose arms – into flowers turn soft the hard hearts – in those who heaven condemn,
In good colour displayed, all sorts of flowers which on the earth do spring,
They say past are those last days of spring that the end day is nearer and that in a red sky the flying omen – she still has time and heals in the forest,
– go there my first love now and rest under that sky and with your last breath ask who we were,
Take her now: that is my first love she is that one carelessly laid sleeping in winter bower and not yet full awake,
Ask my first love is she finally alone in her forest deep – did you finally find peace my love here in this joyous forest.