That is my window. I just awake so gently.
i thought i’m floating.
how far does my life reach,and where does the night begin?
i could think that everything around me is me;like the transparent depth of a crystal ,darkened and mute.
i think i could bring the starts inside of me,so large does my heart seem;so very much does it want to let go of him,whom i have perhaps begun to love, perhaps to hold.
so strange,so uncharted does my fate appear.
who am i,who lies here under this endless sky,as the sweet scent of a meadow,moving back and forth, at once calling out and anxious,that someone might hear my call,destined to vanish in another.