Sleepless without ease,
I see I will not be,
Next to your lilied body.
You were neither,
my master, nor my muse,
But only a longed-for delirium,
dismissed but loose in my memory.
Distant yet never so close,
sleepless I walk your sinking earth,
lying down only to hear your mirth,
And feel your hard ticking of time.
I urge you, set fire to the rage,
Collect the ashes of your pain,
And go,
Then allow me to sleep here alone.