sabato 3 gennaio 2015

Die SONNE stirbt




































                           K e i n  Strahl
                           der  sie  trifft
                           Die  S o n n e
                           s  t  i  r  b  t  .
                           K e i n  Funke
                           der  sie nährt
                           Die  S o n n e
                           s  t  i  r  b  t  .
    Kein Stern, der sie berührt .
    Die  SONNE  s t i r b t .  Die  SONNE  s t i r b t .
                           Kein Körper, der ihr begegnet .
                           Die  S o n n e
                           s  t  i  r  b  t  .
                           K e i n    Blick
                           der sie erhellt.
                           Die  S o n n e
                           s  t  i  r  b  t  .
                           K e i n     Arm
                           der  sie  hält.
                           Die  S o n n e
                           s  t  i  r  b  t  .
                           K e i n     Kuß
                           der sie wärmt.
                           Die  S o n n e
                           s  t  i  r  b  t  .
                           Kein  Mensch
                           der  sie liebt.
                           Die  S o n n e
                           s  t  i  r  b  t  .

                           Die  S o n n e  fällt.

                           K e i n    Weg,
                           der  sie führt.
                           ....

                           Die  S O N N E   s t i r b t .


( photography & poetry © stepha. mara brock)