As If for the Last Time

The wind swallows the fragments of the storm,
The world breathes wearily – as if for the last time.
And every drop still trembles on the dew,
Like a heart that has finally stopped since morning.

The air is deep and a little bitter.
It smells of peace, warm, with a touch of sadness.
As if everything – has come to a halt – and nowhere else,
There is nowhere left to hurry into the distance.

The windows reflect a tired heat,
In the sky, the former anxiety is silent.
And you – are not alone. Your quiet nightmare
Has fallen asleep beside you, like a sword that has grown weary.

This evening – is like an apology, like a whisper of “forgive,”
Like a touch that says: “you don’t have to anymore.”
Remain yourself, take off your cloak
And simply live – without sabers, without effort.