Faces in the clouds
Sometimes indeed does time stand still.
Then, things peer at me with wide and mournfuk eyes,
and shadows fall from heaven`s clouds
and deaden the noonday.
And those asleep in the cloudy galleons
and glide out of their dreaming
into the pale blue field
of my vision.
There death etches into
the lilywhite surface of their faces
with yellow pencils
a painful smile.
That is pressed deep
into my memory.
(Nachdichtung: Derek Donaldson)