And sometimes it happens that you are friends and then You are not friends, And friendship has passed. And whole days are lost and among them A fountain empties itself.

And sometimes it happens that you are loved and then You are not loved, And love is past. And whole days are lost and among them A fountain empties itself into the grass.

And sometimes you want to speak to her and then You do not want to speak, Then the opportunity has passed. Your dreams flare up, they suddenly vanish.

And also it happens that there is nowhere to go and then There is somewhere to go, Then you have bypassed. And the years flare up and are gone, Quicker than a minute.

So you have nothing. You wonder if these things matter and then As soon you begin to wonder if these things matter They cease to matter, And caring is past. And a fountain empties itself into the grass.

The new love poem is known for its honesty. The new love poem says I don't love you.

The new love poem remembers the old love poem in which a woman's body was compared to the entire world. The new love poem tries not to feel superior to the old love poem.

The new love poem can live on a steady diet of bitter fruit. The new love poem thinks sweets are for children.

When the new love poem sleeps, it dreams of getting old, of shriveling to a chrysalis, of something with wings and color so loud it talks emerging to thrill someone who doesn't know any better and who doesn't want to.

Perfect poem for a night when sleep is impossible.

2002:09:01 04:00

The little airplanes of the heart with their brave little propellers What can they do against the winds of darkness even as butterflies are beaten back by hurricanes yet do not die They lie in wait wherever they can hide and hang their fine wings folded and when the killer-wind dies they flutter forth again into the new-blown light live as leaves