Love has to be…flowering like the stars, and measureless as a kiss.

so I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache.

And when you appear all the rivers sound in my body, bells shake the sky, and a hymn fills the world.

As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.

Once more I am the silent one who came out of the distance wrapped in cold rain and bells: I owe to earth's pure death the will to sprout.

Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air.