grass' whispers

through the cloudy
atumn memories
on the privat
dark cold catwalks
in the silent dancing mirrors
my daydreaming reflects
in the black hot bitter coffees
chocolate and marzipan
through the dust
of unspoken words
teardrop very loud
is falling
on my pillow
on my shoes
dancing mirrors of tomorrow
magic rabbit white
the hat
through the sunny bright dusk
the spells i repeat
martini in my glass
and siren
don't feed my words
don't feed my lips
this invisible mirror-face
is starring on me
like the sad judge
when looking at the delinquent
the eternal judgment
hasn't tried enough
drawn in the honey
so sweet and ironic
in the grass' whispers
your voice i hear