We are distant as lilacs are from the clouds

I can see the great flies your winds do

You do not notice the great love I feel for you

However I still separate your portion of tea

Then I silently drink it all as if tea itself

could become your lips

But while lilacs get dry,

the clouds vanishes higher in the skies

nature itself become dark in my eyes

That's another day

I spent enclosed in my time - the place where

I stand looking up to your signs, so apart

from these of mine

.