Our meeting in the summer gardens, Dry grass, wind-ruffled blouse, Wind-ruffled face and hair Like love’s fingers; quiet talk: Friends; parents; seeking the way And seeking guidance; failure; Love; silence and summer air And birds soaring, singing Brother, sister, kiss farewell.
Precious meeting, gentle, unhurried, But each demanded of themselves To open the shutters of the tower And through the eyes’ windows To enter where ourselves we hardly dare, Desiring to let in light, Desiring and refusing, These two, always, But love can reconcile And I may comprehend The darkness and the light.
Take care, beloved, The next scene beckons, We must strip ourselves bare And begin anew.
Tilo Ulbricht