The Thread
By Miki
The Window
By Miki
The Death of The Muses
Pale Paintings
Empty Poems
Dead Thoughts
I run across a meadow
Black is the meadow
Black is the Earth
Black is the Sky
Black is the sky and yet, up there, high above me
Three clouds of colour piercing the Darkness.
Three clouds of colour with human faces
Staring at me and screaming.
Three hues, shades of life
Falling down from the sky
Softly landing on the black meadow
Black was the meadow
Black is the desert…
Three Muses draped in rainbows
dancing through the desert
and seeking the source
Black is the source
Three Muses entranced, standing around the source
And speaking the prayer of the Desert:
Oh Queen of the Deserts
Queen of my Life
How long will Water still be Water?
How long will Light still be Light?
Black are the Muses
Three black Muses looking up to me
High above their heads in the sky
and screaming:
„You have betrayed your fate!”
Three Black Muses Step into the Water
and drown.
My Muses have committed suicide.
Why, but why?
Child of the Desert, you simply stopped moving!
By Miki



