Having forsaken all paths open to me
I come to you
And when for a while I am with you
I go beyond myself for eons
In measuring the distance of a single word.
I exhaust the breath count
Of my vanquished life-span
In the midst of your victorious centuries.
The single moment with you
Which becomes the digit of my fate
Remains deprived of any count.
The seasons exhaust all their four guise-embodiments
And snows of uncounted millenia
Continue piling up in heaps
On the poles
From beginning to the end of time
While you sit near the fireplace
Soaking yourself in the warmth
Of a tete-a-tete.
The horizons of this room
Like your love
Are indeed vast
But my uprooted feet
Can’t find their footing in space
And I perforce
Seek reincarnation again and again
Each time I loose my life’s dream
In your eyes.
This time (however)
I ‘ ve nothing to loose or gain
No great battles remain to be fought
All I wish is
To die the last time
Living the remainder of my life.