I don’t know why I miss you so often,And heavily load the horses of memory,I want to look deep into the eyes of longing’s heart,And thread the needle of love...
To sew great desires with a needle,To make suits and shirts in abundance,To change them, put them on, take them off endlessly,When the soul feels cold from your absence.
I want to take the mountains, and take the valleys,The murmur of waters over the rocks,To pour them over you with kisses and meadow streams,Upon your fragile lips, upon your shoulders, and breasts.
The beautiful moon with her golden face,To hang it on your lips and neck with chains of stars.To sway like my desires upon the linen,When the thirsty lip trembles, glowing like embers.
Why does longing seize me, and why this great thirst,A thirst that springs over the years cannot quench,Why does your feeling keep the key locked away,To open and passionately kiss all the dawns?
Such longing and such weight I had never felt,On the shoulders of years, so many months in my life.Could it be, my love, that I had never loved,Until you knocked on my “desolate” door?
What flame do I hold inside, that I burn entirely,That I seethe and pour like an endless volcano?Your love has made me melt completely away,A beautiful candle, burning, melting in its stand.
Longing ignites in me and my body melts away,Into small beads—fragile and crystalline.The body loses weight and only the flame remains,A beautiful dream, white and ethereal.
I know I will melt in silence and without a word,A flame of desire slowly fading from life,With an open feeling, and a fervent soul,Do not be late, my love, I am waiting for you...
Come! For the light of love will never go out!
