My Father

This morning, in a dream, you came through

to me from there where you are now,

spoke, so clearly and with full of life

- and I, surprised, grasped after those words

already fading; grasped after your presence

- and fell into this bleak day, into this

day in which you are dead, even when so clearly

everything here is ready for your appearance,

everything waits you, expects your return...

31.08.2017