***
Mu maja ümbritsevad raagus puud,
aknad sügise hingusele
ja taevale on valla,
alasti puudelt langeb viimseid lehti alla,
nähes oma peegeldust porilompide sees.

Kuldsetes sügise värvides
mängib koer ja temaga laps,
ja tüdruk kolletavaid lehti süles kannab
ning taevarannal...


***

Days of sickness

Into a narrow crack of a cliff
is squeezed my heart,
so far away is my heart...
somewhere on the lonely island.
White birds are flying to there and back,
bringing news - my heart is still alive.
guess I know how -
on the sharp rocks is living my heart,
made of sand and coal.
I've been laying all day
and I've waited for the night to come,
I've been laying all night
and I've waited for the day to come,
I'm laying sick in the garden of paradise,
I know I will not get better,
the longing and sulkiness will never heal,
I'm heated in the fever like the plant in the swamp,
I'm sweating sweet drops of water
like a sticky leaf...


***

Dangerous dreams

Don't get to close to your dreams:
they are smoke and can dissapare -
they are dangerous and may last.

Have u ever faced your dreams?
they are sick and don't understand anything -
they have only their own thoughts.

Don't get to close to your dreams:
they are wrong, they should leave -
they are madness, they wanna stay...


***


Heavenly child

Heavenly child was sitting next to me,
golden lyre was chiming in my hands,
heavenly child was looking into the boundless dusk...
With opened wings
floats poetry above his head.
What do u see in his poetry?
It is your own future
that is rising from the freezing dusk,
your own screaming, calling, waiting future...



***


The last love

When I was deserted,
when I was alone,
when I couldn't find
what to love:
then I loved pain
that love has brought into my chest...
because of memories so powerful
in front of me he came...


***

My pain

Black deep eyes my pain has got,
those eyes are burning as in flames;
gleamy hair my pain has got,
as silk they enjoy the victory in curls.
My pain is strait and thin,
the most beautiful beauty in the world...
always kind to every stranger,
but to me, endlessly loud...
Oh, how good my pain can dance,
dancing and rushing along to my chest,
it's dancing and driving crazy
my mind and my thoughts,
it's dancing to make an explosion -
in my heart...



***

Pain, love and music
in one big world...
pain, love and music
in my soul...
Love, it turned into agony
on the torrid chest,
when my sweetest
the hope of mine crushed.
Music as tintinnabules,
anguished they resounded
into my poor chest
the agony appropinquated...



***

Snow, oh snow, oh snow...
winter weathers glimmering hue,
u cover the ground,
put it to sleep,
how I love it...
Scrunching sledges
are sliding on the path of the forest...
the sound of tintinnabula rings
and vanishes into the farawayness...
into the froth of wool of snow,
into the cold calm...