The light is brighter
the colours live, I feel
it is fresh: it is fresh
Why would I want a coat

over this happiness? - my breathing
in the pure reality
of reality, knowing
that it is not a dream

even though flowers grow in the dark
and green lights are jumping around
between the autumn leaves of the garden
No enchantment, but sparks

of eternity
I shiver from it
I feel
Maybe it is cold

maybe my soul shivers
from the closeness
of the fulfilment
of my longing for happiness