Here is the grey weather, and there's me
But there is only silence and there's me,
Who knows when she'll turn this way,
There is unending indifference and there's me,
Imagination has become the sole support,
There is a strange solitude, and there's me.
How the time has been changed with the tide,
There is a deceit of life, and there's me.
A name on my lips, a face before my eyes,
There is tremulous moment, and there's me.
Sorrow has risen to such a burden O lord ,
But there's forever my poetry, and there's me.
