Herbert Nehrlich - Sleepwalk

As if a man of mettle
had kissed the Mother Earth
and that each velvet petal
remembered still its birth.

I walk through silent meadows,
accompanied by stars,
a breeze fills in the shadows,
presents a star to Mars.

My heart feels like a feather,
weighed down with utter joy,
I sit in purple heather
in darkness, as a boy.

My soul has seen the mountains,
it rises in my chest
and flies back to the fountain
outside God's church to rest.

Herbert Nehrlich

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