Oh, you fiery longing,
Where do you start and where would you stop?
I am chained by your embrace
And you are too far outside of me...
I am longing to have you back inside of me,
You, longing...
Outside is too far away and I cannot reach the unreachable...
I have seen projections of my love
On all the trees of life itself,
Yet I cannot find my way
Indoors, in the heart of the path...
The heart is soft and tender...
Maybe I can gather myself
By pulling fragments of my self together.
But then, oh, there's nothing there...
Nothing to gather.
It was all an illusion.
Including the longing.
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