I survey the beauty of the lake
in the Spring evening sunshine.
In a far-off corner the rippling
of the water reveals a silent breeze,
while the liquid surface before me
retains its silent harmony.

The bursts of bird song
fill the twilight space,
while in the distance
a goose lets out its harsh cry,
and the call of the grebe,
and the silence of the swan
fill the half-light.

The meeting

I remember the first time I set eyes on you
You brightened up those moments
We spoke so freely
Your face was so beautiful
Your voice so sublime
Every word you uttered was a song to my ears.

When you left to look after the children
I searched around for your return
Where had you gone
and why for so long?

I hope that evening was the beginning of the rest of our lives.

The quick and the dead

I watched the shit stains dripping from the walls
I watched the piss rolling down the windows
The stench overwhelmed me
and I fell into a state of unconsciousness.

A nightmare emerged of tortured souls in crimson coffins
Turning in their graves to avoid the violence of the living
Crippled corpses shielding their eyes from the hellish sight
of the quick ridiculing and repulsing the quick.