Oh! Death…
You will not die…
You went without hurrying at last
Into a long dark tunnel.
But you did not die...
There was a piece of lamb awaiting
For you in there…
I am your spirit.
It is time, since I have lost you in me.
You left like the withered petals of a rose,
Assembling back into its stem;
Like the rustle of leaves humming
In harmony with the breeze.
You are a twinge in my heart
Of a poem I could not write…
Each birth, glided slowly into this
Forbidden path, is a poem
Lost in oblivion eternally;
Yes, lost poems.....
What could your love, your candor,
Your smiles, your jests, your comradeship
Fill in my heart and eyes?
Are only two drops of tears!
