The gloom benights
and the twilight alights...

They sing of thee
they worship thee on their knees...

They all wait like vultures:
When the injured bird would fall...

Out of this world
you are...

Each feeling
is a fibre of universe...

Thirsting for poetical moments I stretched...
but I found nothing...

This is you this splendorous shine...

Like a dancer
to her partner...

I am the prince of your madness dreams
The one who would never lie...

I watched how my faith faded right in front of me.
So, I turned loquacious...

Each bow of silver bough
pulling to the water...

Snowflakes are pouring in
and drought is pouring out...