Let me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life
through the dark unknown.
Woman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order
came out like music.
One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
It sings to me in the night, -I loved you.
The flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.
I have my stars in the sky.
But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
The dust of the dead words clings to thee.
Wash thy soul with silence.