Magic Emily
[ poem by Maximilian G. Wolf ]
A walk through the old town
and a girl on the street near the stone bridge.
Brown eyes with withered memory
covered the crying soul,
which wiped the sand of the past from the shoes.
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Heart oppressed by the coldness of the mountain
overhanging the walnut crown.
The Tao of Time pushes the heartless crowd,
which tears the curds and stains your dress.
Where did you lose your dream, Emily?
And how did your joy break on the cobblestones?
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Your way into the unknown within yourself
is a walk by the lake of secrets.
An ordinary autumn day
when you borrow a new dream from fingers in your hair.
A Kiss by the old tower
where the chains of the past rattle.
Illusionist from Hudson River,
binds your heart carefully
while you watch how, with his bare hands,
unlocks the chest of secrets.
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Kisses for the body and words
which I write on your stomach and chest.
Thoughtful over the verses of the prayer
by the light of a cigarette
at night you read the symbols on my skin.
Fingers around the waist,
they take off the longing bright moonlight
while white light is approaching
over the surface of dark water
and climbs onto our table full of fate cards.
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A hug in the middle of the room
and trembling of the body tinged with fear.
A nest full of silence
delivers chest pain.
The stars are whispering from the heavens
soothing plan for the days to come.
Just lean back
and listen to what your heart tells you,
that’s the dream looking for you, Emily.
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