Do you
have any clue
as to when
the dew
will drop
on the pool
from the sky
so clear and blue-
plenty drops
or just a few?

Don't ask me
I've just asked you!

We're each a dreamer
of some sort
though we might not
admit in our heart or thought

the child is in us
evolution-wrought
though we're adults now
yet Dreamland is what we've sought

Weltschmerz -
sooner or later
it'll come to haunt
most of us-

the past
will speak
of the angst
of living-
of that
which oppresses
and leave us
speechless

there looms
Via Dolorosa
yet to be crossed

all glories
will fade away
little will be left
to boast

ah, our fragile
human condition-
each is born
to bear
their own cross

What's seemingly unappealing
could be the answer to the seeking-

what's seemingly obvious
could be devious and obnoxious

It's my fall
let me bear
the pain
you needn't
bother at all!

You can't feel
how my pride
is hurt
before people
in the whole hall

ah, the scene
how it does appall

in days to come
this plight
I'll recall

look at
the fair ladies
I've hoped
to enthrall-
now they look away
and whisper
to each other:
' how ugly
is this clumsy man's fall!'

The general
doesn't concern me
I'll not look that way
what matters
is the particular
that strikes me
at my heart's core-
the love that hurts
the wound
that hasn't healed
the hopes
that have vanished
the dreams
that have crashed
the emptiness
that had pervaded-
the quagmire
into which
my life has sunk
all past
extinguished

away
away with the general
and its trifles !
I live
and I die
just
in the particular!

It's not
that I'll not come
only that
you might not welcome

heavy is my heart
the burden is hard to bear
a thousand times it has broken
I can't find consolation anywhere

our fate has been cast
in time predetermined
our love couldn't happen
in a thousand years even

forget me you must
let your heart be at rest
my not-coming shall not hurt
let what it is shall remain best.