Sag weiter

was dich antreibt

von Tag zu Tag

erzähl von den Flügeln

die dir wuchsen bei Nacht

(A.Schnitt)

Most of the warriors I knew

Have settled down to gardening, and the morning Times,

 Tired of stalking ghosts

 and the melody of secret rhythms

  above the sound of traffic

  and other monotonous voices,

 Finally content to stare and wonder.

Most of the warriors I knew

Have unsaddled stallions and built a fence in the backyard,

 Weary of studying the clouds

 And the shadows creeping across mountains

  beyond the flash of neon

  and other pretentious symbols,

 Finally content to stare and wonder.

Most of the warriors I knew

Have died before their time and are forgotten

 Save in the memory of their sons

 And the dreams they seldom share

  beyond the taint of time

  and other unimportant measures

 Finally content to stare and wonder.

(James Kavanaugh)