Opened tomb of a civilisation
mortals and immortals gathered upon the table
of a dead living skeleton abbey
built by the time killed through royal hands
hundred and ninety-nine steps in the fog
to the place where humans sing God’s glory with all the angels

another harbour for long-gone dreams
of a too small town for such a big fight with the ages
Alice, with her wonder-world, smiles from the same
corner where a young Bram Stocker is anxious
to give birth again to a new Dracula myth

shadows dive into the sea again and again
misty clouds of unknown sit still on the harbour’s mouth
waiting for some pirate ships to come in
but captain Cook is there for protection
singing aloud accompanied by
the deaf piano of a last mermaid lost in the bay
seagulls are crying

Wait for me, wait for me, don’t ever go
My endless love