The stars of eternity stare into the darkness <br />Breathing nothingness that grows around <br />Orphaned black holes of silent despair in space <br />Your percolated wounds never could heal <br />By the doleful symphonies of a tormented élan. <br /> <br />You never recovered from the mass murders <br />To which you bear witness with anguished cenotaphs <br />Oh your yellow haired mother could not come home <br />She could not come home; her heart was torn by lead. <br /> <br />Blazing stars of frozen eternity shine at the moon frost <br />Slowly the late autumn opens an envelope of pain <br />It engulfs your lost world with charred pilgrims <br />Floating along latitudes of convulsive memories. <br /> <br />Your yellow haired mother could not come home <br />Her heart was torn by lead; she could not come home <br />Hot stars of cold eternity gleam in the lonely darkness <br />And black holes dance in the crumbling empty space <br />You yearn for faith, searching for a beam of hope.<br /><br />Paul Hartal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-paul-celan/
