You remain ever present
Beyond my songs,
My melodies reach Your feet
Though I cannot attain You.
The wind bids imploring :
“Do not keep mooring the raft !”
Steering across, come up
To the centre of my heart.

The game of my songs with You
Is a game with the remoteness,
The aching notes of the flute
Throughout all day.
Seizing my flute, when shall You
Come over and blow into it,
In the dense obscurity
Of a joyous and mute night ?

See also  Conviction
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