Calling Through the Night

In the heart of night, I called her name.
In the half-light nightmare of day, I called her name.

Before the frozen eyes
of the executioners of blooming smiles,
I called her.

Between my solitude
and the window opening into the abyss of all I’ve lost,
I called her.

In the gray eyes of withered widows,
like a sagging sunflower at the sorrowful dusk of hearts,
I called her.

Only in your eyes I found her,
only in your eyes she answered me,
when she was gone forever.