Lorenz

dead nature

Who are you young lady 

in faded hues ? 

bloom unchained to age past,

whose colors weep 

as dawn renews ...

 A ghost of beauty that could not last...

no sound escapes -a silent stifled scream

within a haunted frame...

A prisoner of dream .

Boundless space-held in icy lines 

that intimate,yet timeless ,still confines...

Fever cast upon a shape unstilled 

by a painter in quest of life ,

  unsettling  feeling .

 formless dust that flowers ,

serene nothingness, longing 

at the whims of the rainy seasons

whose ceaseless drops erode 

the graven name...

Each passing passion ,letter fragment ,

until stone remembered not at all ...

 In your sorrow\'s path ,

 I tread toward you , 

where days of regrets ,my spirit chase...

the violins of court are stilled ,

no more shall we in dance thrilled ,

and every step ,memory in slow melody ,

unyielding melancholy...

 Only the artist\'s hand can make immortality 

anew awake .

  I am the lover of your dead nature  

in ash of illusions, cold and spread ...