"The Poet's Corner..."

Full Moon

Sir Kristian Goldmund Aumann

On your lips still glows, the longing

You have my love letters;

Against the window you have thrown it.

From the artificial mirror 

Monster

Screams your face.

I saw him

He was hanging from the tree;

I had watched him secretly

"The Full Moon"

From the rooftops, they fell like snow, the white pigeons.

I was there,

In your garden, I was

Moonstruck after you with holey shoes.