Ganz Allein
Overlooking the sea, salty air in my face,
there I stood all alone, all alone,
while above on his glide paths, an eagle flew past
with an eye on his borderless realm.
Wind and waves, wind and waves noted time ticking by
as my mind twirled about, lost in clouds
like a carousel turning with no-one aboard,
round and round to an unfinished song.
On that cliff top I pondered my miserable fate,
deciding what’s left, what to do;
but deciding and doing aren’t always the same,
maybe time and fresh air would work too.
How I yearned to be Robinson, far, far away
on some tropical island, somewhere
in a coconut hut with a parrot and goat
in place of Marlene, dear Marlene.
Afternoon turned to evening, and stars lit the sky,
so I made a soft bed from pine boughs
where I slept in a bulwark of diamond moonlight,
and in dreams was an eagle, free – free!