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.

Restart.