First Rain

The past winter had come
with black ripe
and had turned the green grass,
even the flowers into dead,
yellow withered things

but now in this early spring,
rain was showering the earth
with thousands of kisses,

bringing back life
and the sweet smell
drifted up from the wet sand
as if something great
had come forth
out of the creators hand

and later a rainbow
with brilliant colours
stretched from horizon to horizon
against the dark black clouds

while in the distance
lightning bolts were crashing down
one after another

and in my imagination
I could already see
tender shoots sprouting.

Silhouette On The Quay

While walking in the winter twilight
rain pour down without any lightning
and there is a curtain of rain and fog
that folds tightly around me
with a chill gnawing at my jacket
while few people dare to go outside.

Around me the world is closed and grey
while the waves crash and break constantly
and I see you lonely standing at the big wharf
while water hits foaming, breaking in anger
and you fade away for moments in the mist
while few people dare to go outside.

I wonder for what ship you are standing waiting
where you do not regard the coldness, the fog and rain
while you stare away past the most distant horizon
where the water gleams dark and ominous
and the rain does soak my clothes wet
while few people dare to go outside.