Yesterday

	Yesterday flows into today
	Unnoticeable like a river,
	Which is standing to the eye;
	Deceiving is the quiet way,
	The waters glide and quiver
	And sink like a finite day.

	From the spring to the seabed
	The droplets do not remember
	The journey of slides and bends;
	Observe the traveled span,
	Each path is a different view
	And converge to their end.     







Udo Frentzen 1979 - 2012