We stood there on the fields in August,
within the cone of shadow, thrown by moon,
when night approached as it was noon -
moonshadow, quiet and cool.

Yes, changing shapes, that otherwise
are that of moon in phases,
they were assumed now by the sun,
because celestial bodies do
circle time and spaces.

When true to this anew
a perfect shape had grown,
right in the darkest moment then
appeared this shining ring,
corona of black magic sun-
within tranquillity was silent thunder.

When change began to rule again,
I saw the shadows floating.

Klaus Gölker   ©2000   | Home |