I don't dream of anything any more but you
and always the same is of blue
but not that which collects
murky pools
no, but the sunshine
illuminating forever darkness
as the sky does
like you.

I don't think of anything any more but you
you are behind the tapestry
of vision which is but a background
a veil against
the brightness lingers
my eyes are burning with pain
of longing and want
for you.