Elegy to the Old Dreams

Walldorf-Frankfurt

I am twenty in my dream

Drifting with backpack between the continents

From one city to another city

From one village to another village

I once lie in the boundless fields

Trying to understand the soil and its primitives

I once run madly in the thick forest

Demonstrating to the mountain my young and fighting spirit

In these journeys

All the strangers are eager to show me their hospitality

Even the most boring souls

Are converted to poets and sing with me

I walk day and night, reaching as far as I can

As if there is only one trip in my life

I forget how to sleep and when to eat

Knowing that after youth there is only aging and dying

Now I am over twenty

I am wakened by the spring rain

  of Walldorf, southern Germany. I light up the candle

And watch it burning to its end. 

Outside the window

The morning is coming

Inside my room

My old dream in reviving in the dim light