[December 1997]

Return from yourself, the reaper of my fields

Return, for you are needed

For the one yet to be born

The child cries out your name, the night whispers to me

In the streets the screams are alive

And they will always be

White veils hanging still, waiting for you and me

The forest still awaits, let us run...across

Return, for the morning maybe never

And the breeding is still untouched

Return, maybe I fade away

Before the sun, but not the stares

They still weep the centuries in your name

For the moon still is what it was

...Your name and the closed gate

The stares shine for hours, like the fields never reaped

Return for the sun that has it's wings widespread

The horizons sleep in a story

My feelings glare at thee

As their mornings end, my mourning begins

My pain is much for you; I shall let you breathe

Open skies tasteful depths, green seas and you and me

Return, since I caress the young. Since pathos burns in me

Merge me; blend me, into sorrow

Shade me with trees of grief

Touch me; winds of pain come touch me

Burn me pathos; burn me if you can

Now that what I have become

Time is in immortal soils

Sing, and dance for my return