by Ludwig Bendix
Extreme force with its dominator’s stave
Has sent me to a world that by coercion is gripped.-
Now don’t bother me! Leave me in my grave!
The storm is past, my wings have been clipped.-
Today is the day you would always appear
And provide for me, as only you can do.
I see your looks of worry and fear
And hear what is silently said by you.
Twenty doors block my path to you.
A host of guards watch from where each one sits.-
Only within me can I feel you close and true.-
And that has driven me quite out of my wits.
translated by Erik Bendix