25 June 2007

Thou appears to me

Thou appears to me in the robe of my poverty
And I recognise thee through the mist
Of my heart’s excruciating tears.
An uncertain hope resides
On the fickle breeze of life,
With a face of stone
I succumb to thy Golden Smile.

I am very clever:
I’m sorry, you can not understand me.
I am very striking:
I’m sorry, you will not recognise me.
I am very quick:
I’m sorry, you are the slave of time.

In my dark house,
A little lamp glows -
I love the evening
And my solitude -
Even in the night,
I can grow a rose.

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