|Here I love you
|In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.
|The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters
|Days, all one kind, go chasing each other
|The snow unfurls in dancing figures.
|A silver gull slips down from the west.
|sometimes a sail. High, high stars.
|Oh the black cross of a ship.
|Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet.
|Far away the sea sounds and resounds.
|This is a port.
|Here I love you.
|Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain.
|I love you still among these cold things.
|Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels
|that cross the sea towards no arrival.
|I see myself forgotten like those old anchors.
|The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there.
|My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose.
|I love what I do not have. You are so far.
|My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.
|But night comes and starts to sing to me.
|The moon turns its clockwork dream.
|The biggest stars look at me with your eyes.
|And as I love you, the pines in the wind
|want to sing your name with their leaves of wire.