DISTANCE AND A CERTAIN LIGHT Poem by Silke Scheuermann

We were standing between the candle and the stars
We had decided that for all our love
night wasn't going to get everything not tonight
Sleep was to revolve in our hands
separately and before that we listened to the same concert
one from the left and one from the right of the recorder
staring into a darkness so profound
that the pulse could take off any moment
and we would fly
really and truly
fly into a mirror
that would not shatter