Germany in the nighttime
1961 – the wall has been built
once sixty-one stars glowed over the native land
the East Germany rife with butterflies sparkled in the night
the Western Germany full of west wood garlics glinted in the evening
the fall of the Berlin Wall was an indulgence
then shooting stars fell down
at the moonglow
the night reveals the policies
with the most amazing dreams
the dream about roses
from 1935
was killed forever
by the murkiness of comets
that never could be blazing fiercely
the night crawled
the German Bundestag was light-filled
by all kinds of lights of the new wizardry
thousands of laws are glistering
at the stars-shine
the myth of Germany
is an ancient legend
from the emperor Otto the Great
the history is a night rainbow
awakened in some dreameries
of a dazzling thinker
Hitler wants to be forgotten
forever and for sempiternity
of a night sorcery
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glister – literary: glitter
The mysteries of four seasons
the dreamed winter
the storks sitting meekly in Africa
the butterfly frozen in the marvelous pond
mice write a gorgeous myth
a rural boy longs for the moonglow
witch apollonianly bewitched
a stunning world
in a moony way
I am full of druidic wizardries
You are like a dragonfly
We are singing
the dream-like spring
the storks are coming home so tenderly
the butterfly awoken in glory but sitting
mice write ovidian songs
a rural girl yearns for afterglow
in addition hex enchanted
a dazzling world
in a starlit way
I am shrouded in this cool mystery
You are such a firefly
We are trilling
the dreamy summer
the storks are nesting mayhap peacefully
the butterfly flying over becharmed garden
mice write Dionysian ode
an auntie is bent upon blue hours
the enchantress is conjured
amusing world
in a starry way
I wrapped in plethora of sorcery
You are Dionysian spider
We are chanting
the dreamful autumn
the storks are going to fly off musing
the butterfly dreaming just before coming death
mice write Apollo’s hymn
an uncle muses about cool star
the sorceress enraptured
such a cute world
in a moonlit way
I stay under a spell of tenderness
You are like a charmful bee
We caroling
A day from life of Klaus Werner Swamp-Man
The marvelous winter has come
with the most tender Christmas Eve
Klaus Werner Swamp-Man awaits dream
august Moment is revealed
Klaus a forester lives alone
in a clear home amidst the grove
In the evening praying by table
he enjoyed freedom of silence
Oracular characters come
after rook has visited his
The rook knows from the black raven
that there are marsh-treasures hidden
Next hydra bangs on the window
she gives to Werner the obol
He enchants tenderly the guest:
>The eternal moor! Dream with us!<
Then a Stymphalian’s birdlet comes
flying in dazzling-brilliant ways
The bird gives away an obol
the man told him the gorgeous words
>Eternal moory landscape dwell!
such for the ghosts a meek landscape<
Hereafter attends – Dionysus
sir of numinous moory homes
Third obolus – given away
therefor can be valid Klaus’ dream
Oboli are being given
>Be the fen full of tender myths!<
Mister Swamp-Man boasts of marshlands
they are free in eternities
Rook is nidifying in tree
the plant stays over the moor-mist
Bewitched landscape and dreamy bog
and women dream of moory fog
Two women seem to have been enchanted of the boglet (my neologism) plainly in a propitious way.