Master Of The Perfect Word Poem by allan macli borges

He came to me in a foggy night
Into sorrow tears I accepted his words
From darkness he shows me a bored world
Offering me a life out of space and time

Time goes away
Flowing the river of poetry
He teaches me day by day
How to play a flute hardly

In that hut I couldn't feel the time
Only caring about improving always
Reading nature through the days
The aiming I've got and hold tight

Now all I've loved lies beneath
Remaining the coldness from years ago
Had my master lied at last
Heading me to the land of unknown?

All words you told me
Should I ignore?
Master of The Perfect Word
Tell the truth:
Have I something
To learn from you?

Nowadays I dream of killing him
My loved master who cared me through
Who broke my life in two keeping
All I knew and wanted to

Tears of sorrow wake me up
In the midnight only the moon sees me so deep
Memories from a drowsy life
Now - master - it's time to leave.

Tribute to Hermann Hesse.