Member Poem

one dreamy spring day

I looked in to brilliant eyes of my pal-dog

in to his tender ocular dominance of eternity

so that my gentle poem was in the soul perfect delicate

now the most marvelous words are awaiting it

to be put on paper – well

You apollonianly ecstatic ontology

please carry out such a melancholy of mariners

a former being becomes a being-now!

the being becomes a future being!

there is on earth a Someone

that can feel ancient legends and new fairy-tales

it is my tender hound-spaniel

he knows all fairy-tale-like beings in person

enchanted fairies wonderful mermaid-She and melancholic Merman

Herculean winged Erl-kings – his lovely friends

they extol him in some poem

as if the dog were meek a embellished herder of clover

which is searching for a four-leaves trefoil

by feeling the rosy or olive eternity

and I was present with the cyan soul

I heard the most beautiful sounds of the muse-likeness

at the beginning there was a tune of the oak leaves in wind

I feel as if I were the rider of melancholy in the spring-tide

then a sound of singing bird was heard

I wanted to be like this peaceful bird in the eternity - fledged

afterwards a clang of bells came to me

as if it were felt an enchanted time of many angelets

hereupon I heard profoundly a tune of the pigeons

my dog recognized in my poem a blaze of the magical sparks

now my dog is sitting in the grass

the day-dreaming and the sounds of the melancholy are in druidical souls dreamy

thus the ontology fulfilled with magic Osiris must take place

as if shooting-stars metamorphosed in light-esque scintillas