I drank the silence of God from a spring in the woods.
The near stillness recalls what is forgotten, extinct angels.
Silently, God opens his golden eyes over the place of skulls.
The blue of my eyes is extinguished in this night, the red gold of my heart.
Black frost. The ground is hard, the air tastes bitter. Your stars cluster in evil signs.
Shuddering under the autumn stars, each year, the head sinks lower and lower.