In Your Palms

In the morning you turn

The stars in your palm

Your throw them

On the velvet sky like a gambler

You smooth them with your palm

Maybe you're trying to read them

You smooth them with your palm

To read them like blindmanBut the stars stick in your palm

And you wake up again

You let dream stray

Among them, among dice

On whose upper side

Your Lesser Bear will shineMaybe dance in a circle

And be surrounded by dots

To fumble step by step in a circle

And be surrounded by dotsA little is enough for you to read

Between stars like in a dark