SOMEDAY

Someday we’ll both be immortal
and go to the M. way.
The Earth, has sunk in black fog total,
will be free from meaning and from ray.
The poplars frail will go down
like straws in the gloomy night,
and the space’s sounds will forever drown
the whisper of the riverside.

Someday we’ll both be immortal
and meet with each other on the M. way.
I’ll stretch to you my fingers subtle
to touch your fine transparant brest again.
And opening your starry shroud,
I’ll whisper to you my soundless words;
as the moon penetrates the cloud,
I’ll penetrate you with no hurt.

And our souls will merge in new forms -
as the stars – in the M. way,
as the dark abysses – in a grief ennormous,
as Life – in Death, and as the night – in day…
And the Earth, wrapped up blue fog total,
and the poplars, trembling in the sky…
By all means we’ll both be immortal! -
Just love me! - and we’ll not die!