We walk along white cliffs
and look at the birds dancing on the wires

out of town the night is growing in your arms
pouring the remnants of light on the leafless branches

the world is drunk with silence
and nevertheless I dig out words from every spot

words I need not understand
as they move us further, blending the moon
with this surface of water
on which the fallen-in-love climbers are resting
next to the conquest

time leans on a waterfall with colours bursting out
while wind is carrying you to my chariot-poem