If you know me, watch me closely,
Been admitted to my intimate circle,
Then you’ve seen furrow on my brow,
Sense shyness when I fall silent….
You recognize embrace I long for,
What is missing every morning.
Do you sense the quiet subtlety of despair,
Shadow in the eyes that dwells,
Sitting like a raven on highest branch,
Ready to fly away, but darkly waiting….?
You know I am not serene,
Walking alone the streets at night…
Moon above my shoulder
Reflecting enough light for shadow in the fog.
How can the heart feel so complete and full
Yet hold so much longing?