And each day, each hour and each eternity What’s all around me I learn to cherish. My dreams and thoughts, my ever-present taciturnity, They’re still with me – a curse promising perish?
I’ll judge the soul, I’ll ask the culprit, through you I’ve known myself, so I’ll ask the poet.
And my loving hope, as high as a cloud-touching melody, And my wicked courage, as deep as the abyss it chains me to, my duality doubting fibers of outer and inner world incessantly – They’ve never left me – so I lost you.
As affections crystallize, a poet’s soul – no, it’s my soul I’ll judge, From journeys I keep learning but ends come with such a price.