Solitary Endless Path

Maybe it was predestined for me

To follow you through the forests

Muffled in gloom

Till the end of my days

To light my fire on the other side of the valley.

To dart off and run to your fire-place

In the morning

To touch with my face alder-trees

That are mute witnesses of embraces

Maybe there in gloomy edges of silence

I will follow you through the forests

Muffled in gloom

And look for your vestige in dewy grass