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Hüttenabend
Up through the woods the torches go.
Towards the cabin deep in snow
We slowly climb.
There, far from worry, time and space,
Of homeland, love and human grace
We sing our songs.
The sleeping forest all around
Is slowly ‘wakened by the sound,
As breaks the spell.
Away from fire and candles bright,
Far through the frozen starlit night
Our music flies.
Oh, nights of singing, wine and stars
When‚ ‘round the fire, from many shores,
We brothers are!
The night grows late, we homewards go
Back to the other world we know,
Bis nächster mal!
Schloss Kasseg
February 1991
Waterloo Field
Deep, deep the sleep of heroes laid to rest
In hollows watered by their youthful blood.
Deep, deep the silence on the smoking plain
Where horse and rider will not rise again.
Deep, deep the ploughshare’s furrow like a wound
Across their common grave in fallow ground.
Deep, deep the yellow of the ripened corn
Which falls before the reaper’s scythe at dawn.
Deep, deep the snow whose icy funeral pall
Bedecks the dead and slowly covers all.
1987-1988
I have a homing instinct for the stars 
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