"In meines Waldes Garten"
In meines Waldes Garten

Again a retreat, again Waldmitte,
The watchman stands mute like betrayal,
The silver brook of the clammy hermitage,
Gobbles the enchanted path.

The sleepless nights, the lunar gloss,
I go for hacking antlers,
Until the sweat drops of my brow,
In meines Waldes Garten.

Fern dreams dew, beetles crackle,
Trunk and hours are mossy,
Sometimes comes oblivion,
Seldom comes solance.

State: 01.01.18