I'm in love with the sky of course
and the way the moon seems to flirt
with each star, individually.
I love the sky over Germany.
It aches just knowing I'm here
where footsteps of yours passed through
what, centuries ago? But, that's the magic
isn't it. I love the soul of Germany.
Where do the women go, I wonder,
as I am the only female walking this road.
This road would be impossible to paint,
the snow and the leaves keep moving, shifting positions
and I am such a lazy American, impossibly
smiling at a sky made of marble. A divinity
of stars winking away as if to say: our lives
are not dismal. See how we shine.
I love the heart of Germany.
Night is the refuge, where Germany might
hold its breath and I beneath her calm, bright
sky might die a little. I love every torment
of yours, little Germany.