By the intricate curves of a milky way Thy tiny spirit shoots up Rises above the insignificant Entity that it has been And enters a stranger world Of miracles to Seek and become whole.
Dark night approaches And the blue shore is quiet As the ever roaring sea sleeps
Coming from afar There and then Poetry flows Verse after verse line after line
Since you left, The sky stopped smiling at me The rain stopped singing at my windows
Does it really hurt to die?
The moon hung mysteriously Behind the mists before dawn Drawing to its silent majesty My loyal gaze.
To him who can't be named By the deepening lines on his forehead When he looks intensely at something new I interpret my dreams By the arches of his eyebrows
My heart beats faster with a dull thumping sound Though it loves no more Nor does it cherish hope Life seems like a sad, sad dream