Depature

Come in,
Inspirit my night.
Try to set on fire my watchfulness;
Waiting for you I stand,
With my hands wet for this untilled grieving.
With the tears dry for so incarcelated suffering.

Come on,
Kindle my day.
Make shining this, my hidden maud day.
Waiting for you I am;
Somewhere in a dwelling of my soul,
Still like the breeze of the dawn.

Come on,
Cover my waiting;
Don´t you stop any longer.
Here I wait with this life which leads on to
Inhospitable feelings.

I love you.

Today