FAITHFUL WAITING

  

Faithfully waiting for the sustenance

 of my only reliable and hitherto

 never failing existence,

 my beating heart,

 which toils day and night

 in ceaseless toil,

 is only a clickety-clack.

 It is waiting for the inevitable

 and all-determining, 

characteristic and eternal meeting,

 which, with patient half-ignorance,

 is still rather far away,

 but which, in the cogwheel-presence

 of the universe, 

is drawing nearer! 

When the star of hope,

 shining and fragile in

 the two halos of love, 

with the confidence

 of understanding

 and the fragile expression of love,

 under the shelter of the sustaining

 forehead, reveals

 - concealing nothing - 

and with a firm vow of love: 

I need you, as long as I can hold

 out as an unavoidable

 sacrificial prisoner in

 the prison-catacombs of my body,

 that as long as I can allow

 the unity of the universe as one 

as one power, that all

 our phonendoscopic

 sensibility and heartbeat's

 fused and whispering soul-bells

 of one heartbeat may

 hear the unspoken and

 eternally immortal One-claim:

 In the trying turns of life,

 whatever fate-turning

 compass-question may occur,

 which must be answered 

with common and rock-solid

 responsibility, with a cool head,

 knowing and feeling

 with all-pervading emotion-breath

 the priceless heart-body

 of the other person,

 who is constantly working,

 that the honest and every

 weakness or fallible blunder

 and mistake can be forgiven

 by the other consciously

 hearing organ,

 the law of unconditional

 acceptance does not forbid it!