LOST IN SPACE
Peter VON POEHL
Spin and spin,
twirl and twist
and cocoon.
Motionless
in comfy clothes
we dreamed;
browsed away in oceanic sentiments,
we'd fly away, passing every continent
as we pleased.
Unfolded slowly,
stretched out out limbs
to the maximum of faith.
Spin and spin,
twirl and twist
and cocoon.
Motionless
in comfy clothes
we dreamed;
punched the cash machine,
hang the expenses,
dame fortune was watching
waving casually to the crowd.
We sent out sparks
to the world,
like secret agents of love,
millions of tiny splints
lost in space.