kus on unistuste kodu
kus on kurbade varjupaik
kui tontide kestev ball
ja õeluste igavene kadrill
tallab tuhmuvasse tähetolmu
viimsegi välgatuse
hääbuva LOOTUSE viimasest hingetõmbest
where is the home of the dream
where is the refuge of the sad
if the lasting ball of ghosts
and the eternal quadrille of ewils
tramples into the fading stardust
the last flash
from the last breath
of the dying HOPE…
sa tulid- ma lasin sul tulla
ma olin-sa lasid mul olla
mu käsi su käes-su käsi mu käes
mu süle su süles-su süle mu süles
lõputu tulemine
lõputus olemises
you came-I let you go
I was-you let me by
my hand in your hand
your hand in my hand
my lap in your lap
your lap in my lap
endless coming
in endless being
once, wandering paths,
unknown to me, I thought I felt
a seartching, pleading look on me.’
I turned atound and saw big, sad, tearful eyes.
I asked, why you have chosen
this depressingly dark
and lifeless place as your home?
a low, sorrowful wisper
gave the timid answer,
BECAUSE THERE IS ALWAYS SOMEONE
WHO IS LOVED A LITTLE BIT MORE
THAN ME…
why words spoken into the night seem bigger?
does the pain screamed into the night feel braver?
does mercy, given in the shadow of darkness,
and hope built in the night
will not crumble to dust
with the first rays of the sun,
to go on a new round
in the dusk of the evening?
every breath what I take
begins and ends with you
every cell of my body
what lives in me
is so full of you –
and I feel my self so completely…