My Funeral is a Feast   

Because of your fixation on me,
no leaf, no light can thrive
in my deserted mind.

My trance is comfort.
My search for words is ongoing.

I am feasting my eyes on your beauty,
sole image of my objectless landscape.

Will you open your soul or only your door
for me, your unknown man?

Anwar Al-Ghassani
Wuthenow, by Grothes, Sunday, July 11, 2004