Retrospective
The Homecoming
The coolness of dark years,
Cyclopean stone preserves
Pain and hope,
Mountains without people,
The autumn's golden breathe,
Evening cloud -
Purity!
Crystal childhood
Gazes from blue eyes;
Under dark spruces
Love, hope,
So that from fiery eyelids
Dew drips into stiff grass -
Irresistibly!
O! there the golden footbridge
Breaking up in the snow
Of the abyss!
The nocturnal valley
Breathes blue coolness,
Belief, hope!
Hail, you lonely graveyard!
© Jim Doss & Werner Schmitt
