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Thinking of Katrin

I lean upon a bridge's stoney rail
  And set my eyes to wander on the flow
Of easy stream, upon which lilies sail
  Amid the clouds reflected there below.
  And all of nature's just connected so,
With harmony for every bird and beast.
"Ah! Grant me, if not Love, then peace at least."

I sit within the nightclub's pounding throb
  But will not join the revels and the fun.
I'm by myself, and watch the writhing mob
  And wait in quiet ease 'till night is done.
  They all are strangers to me, every one
And so, my sense of solitude's increased.
Now grant me, if not Love, then peace at least.

I stand among the pillars tall and hoary
  Lit by a thousand candle's contribution
And sotto vocce, mouth my sad young story
  to holy air, which gives me absolution.
  The whole cathedral is my substitution
To telling all my fool's cares to a priest.
"Oh, Grant me, if not Love, then peace at least.

I walk amid the many rows of tombs
  Beneath the graveyard's hundred year old trees
Reflecting on man's wide and varied dooms
  And how we'll end as only dust and breeze.
  So, why dwell on unhappy memories?
This have I learned from fields for the deceased.
So grant me, if not Love, then peace at least.


      30.06.03