Those olden days whose breaths of air
have been engraved into my lung,
are wandering through the life-paths of
my listless body
Those olden days whose penetrative
memories have evoked your soul in me,
are carrying inside your long forgotten
face
Like a instantaneously appearing
cloudburst you creep into my lines
In the hour of my abating life you come back to my world of thought so ramified
Where your eyes in lasting splendor lead me to our long forgotten tale
Those of fineness glossing eyes which once enabled me to immerse into a life
which this one here have never given
