In the Whirlpool of the Day
In the whirlpool of the day
when vicious circle gets completed
and when a heavy silence sway
fills humid nights that lightly lit it,
I wait for thee, but only dreams
bring you to me as if to spite me.
The burning ring of torture rims
my constant wait for you, when nightly
I heed the whispers of the wind
and tender rain solo lulling
the trees that are in love and twine
their branches. I wish I ceased to want you mine,
to fancy seeing you again,
to guess what place hid you today.
I'll leave the jealousy behind -
It's simpler if there's only me.
You are my foe! I have been blind...
But even wrath won't set me free,
for love and hate, they are the same...
What if you come to me right now?
What if I see you through the pane?
How do I hold you, girl? Oh, how...
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