VII
Like a flower it’s my prayer,
Like a desert my despair,
Like the wind my deepest thought,
But still willingly I’m not
That one I appear to be!
Teach me dancing and you’ll see
If I understood the mountains,
The river, the fall, its fountains
With sun rays that shine loud
Because they can see the sound!
You’ll see that I knew despair
But also how to repair
Things which broke, or how to heal
Wounds of emptiness I feel
When I’m not around you dancing,
Chattering or simply fancying
Life with you under the sky,
The music that makes me fly!