the queen of the
long realm of the
yellow star
had lovers, who
cried in pale
dry nights –
She had set them
in the cage of the
hunting love, without
giving them
food – and they burned
after the
golden pan, which they
ever ever
saw –|
and the queen, the queen?
? ? ?
every morning She stood
deep in her
sparkling hall of her
rustling loneliness and
waited to see all
all her lovers
come in her –
for the lovely
weight of her pointy
crown She had wholly
forgotten, that all
her lovers
were burnt to
less than money’s worth,
gone, where She didn’t
dare open –
– – –
in springtime, when
the prince of
the mighty realm
of the blue moon came
to the queen
of the golden star,
she whispered lovely:
I have forgotten the door
to the great
longing –
but when they were
alone, |
the slow
ruler-lover-eye of the prince
saw, that
a coral red
snake had grown
long and wild
on the golden hip of the queen
and with Her
pointy crown
around its neck –
the queen’s clothes laughed –
the queen had
not a tear, and bade
the prince with a smile
the suit of her chamber maid –
the queen had
not a tear, and
the prince thought of his
blue sun and
killed the queen,
gave food to Her lovers,
and burnt off
all the long realm
of the golden star –
and through the closed
door to the queen’s
little longing, there
slid the coral red snake –
and there it sleeps,
with nothing but scales,
as the queen’s
only dream –
and over the burnt |
realm the moon arose
hot and blue like
the breath
of love and God –
springtime – springtime –