Phantasmagoria - Engelsstaub

From times immemorial I lived in darkness

In blooming silence.

Eyes — only able to see

In darkness, ears — only able to hear the

Beat of my heart.

My senses are dead

Eternal darkness — eternal silence —

Dreamless sleep.

I roused up by an

Unfamiliar thought: flared up pictures had

Died like falling stars.

My hope for light

Rushed through my body.

An unknown but

Warm voice cut the dull silence: words which

Never would open my closed lips.

Weally, I

Noticed a pale face but full of life and with

A painful expression.

I foresaw its tears

Which never would find their way to freedom

For this long time I had been on my own but

Who was this transparent statue?

I was able to see with its eyes and able to

Hear with its ears.

I felt with its senses…

I absorbed its thoughts and dreams to live

There in. But as soon as sleep had left me I

Was alone again, nearer to death than

Before.

One feeling remained, my yearning

For breaking out of this darkness to float in

Radiant light to understand the spoken words

After all.

I wanted to conquer the regions of

Light and tone.

Therefore I would fight.

I would

Cut off the veil of darkness with my beholding

Eyes.

With my hearing ears I would force the

Silence to scream.

Then the spell would be

Broken and I would be free.

Now — in the

Distance I already can see the light and hear

The gentle voice that tempt me.

I walk

Towards, try to touch it…

Finally, I step out from this world into this

Light.

As I reach the source of light and tone I

See the pale face with eyes full of life, I listen

To the words.

I’m not alone any longer

But… It’s my mirage