find me.
find me, before it gets too dark outside
and you have not with you a spark of light.

the mud must have thickened on your wheels,
the sun must have risen above your hat,
and still you could not find me.

I stare into the sunset behind a tree,
on top of a hill, where the children play.
I listen but I do not understand their talks.

why are you so late? have we not promised
to start eternity together as soon as possible?
I hear my anxiety in the wind between the little rocks.

the day is ending again, along with my hope,
but I will come back tomorrow, waiting,
where one could see the burned sky behind the tree.

the children has come back to their parents,
telling them in high-pitched voices,
that crazy woman did come again!
to which the parents replied,
do not come near her, alright?

and they all ran away
as the sunset
fell down on me.