On my right side I see only motion,
As my heart, that tries to go out from my chest,
As my mind, that tries to scan a fair thought;
I hear calm and silence on my left side,
As my hand, that softly swings,
As my gaze, that shines for Her.
For a few moons, by now, I have only felt frights:
Where are you, pure vibes?
Where hope totally dies;
Where my greatest dread hides.
It’s the last summer grief,
Still open, behind Her glees.
She doesn’t answer my sad signal,
My thought screams more and more in vain.
I cry, I run, for not feeling alone;
I can’t fight with the lump in the throat.
Her escape seems endless;
So I recognize: we will be forever.