All my Howling Days are Quiet - Peter Wyss

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      All my Howling Days are Quiet

      Peter Wyss

      Copyright

      Copyright © 2019 Peter Wyss

      Cover art by Bjørg-Elise Tuppen

      Diet and Excess

      I am

       your diet

       You are

       my excess

      Love Letters to the Moon

      I surrender

       to your

       bleak beauty

       your gravity

       tears my

       heart apart

       The moonlight

       is a language

       written on the

       thin paper of

       the night

       for all the words

       reason will never

       grasp

       Moonlit mushrooms

       convey significance

       like silver letters

       growing in the night

       It was full moon in her again

       and she touched him with

       phosphorizing light

       The moon was

       in her eyes

       and he couldn't

       look away

      I keep forgetting things

       but I will never forget when

       you leaned your bleak light

       over me and showed me your

       dark side

       Nothing disappears

       everything is replaced

       even you

       that's what the moon

       told me

      What made her

       so beautiful

       was the presence

       of the moon

       I thought you wouldn't come

       along but you did

       we went deep into

       the night

       through all the landscapes

       of whom we once were

       just to see the moonlight

       shiver in the grass

       and whisper silver

       words

      I wonder

       does the moon

       touch you as gently

       as it touches

       the morning dew

       or does it stab

       your heart

       from behind

      Lost and Found

      Lost souls

       long to be

       found

       Found souls

       long to be

       lost

      Unsolved Puzzles

      The landscapes

       of longing

       are puzzles

       which I cannot

       solve

      Proverbs of a Lethargic Wanderer

       The grass whispers

       to my feet

       the leaves sing

       to my hands

       lost again

       in autumn

       It seems

       I have been walking too long

       without making a single step

       forward

       My wishes

       are tired

       my feet

       hurt

       twilight

       approaches

      Somewhere

       along the way

       I lost myself

       I wonder if

       this self

       is looking

       for me

      Wildly Blooming

      Life blooms

       so wildly

       outside

      your fence

      Confessions of a Fisherman

       I see the silence

       of the sea in the eyes

       of every fish which gazes

       upon me in terror and fright

       My mind wandering

       over the surface of

       the sea trying to find

       the entrance

       Blue

       as a blue fish

       in the blue waters

       below the deep blue sky

       is my mood

       In the depth

       of a bottle of scotch

       the most curious fish

       swim

      Memoirs of a Fallen Social Media Star

       Unliked, unfollowed

       unfriended, lost in

       the terrifying abyss

       of non-existence

      Being an influencer

       reduced me to an image

       of someone I never was

       my eternal fame based

       on videos that vanish

       within a day

       First I followed

       myself in secret

       then I blocked

       myself

       in the end I was

       found by everybody

      but me

      I lived two lifes

       one digital, one real

       and I believed there

       were two of me until

       I realized I was either

       digitally real or

       really digitalized

       I was a ghost

       followed by ghosts

       in a ghost world

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