Hours

You told me that you were – like me –

Unsure about which way to follow

You told me that we had the same

Disturbing thoughts in which we wallow

You told me that sometimes you felt

You couldn't take it anymore

When the moonlight on your sheets

Never seemed so bright before

You told me that insomnia
Had got you in its grip as well

And that you too, you counted all

The endless echoes of the bell

You're miles away and every inch

Just makes me feel so low

I wonder why we can't at least

Not sleep – together... you know

Stop Swimming

Six fifteen, I lie awake –

There's a whirlwind in my head

I feel that there can be no doubt

That – really – God is dead

Half past ten and time stands still –

“Have mercy – on me – if you can –“

My lips suppress a sneer about

Someone's – so-called masterplan

Ten to one, a full canteen –

Thoughts of incarnation –

A power strong enough to want

To lead these faces – to salvation –

It's four, I can't withhold a curse –

As I hear cathedral bells –

I'm scowling at the leaden clouds

That seem to rain on no one else

Midnight and the night's too bright –

There is no other way I see –

I clasp my hands and whisper words

That he may give you back to me