THIS LONGING is for the one who is felt in the dark, but not seen
in the day.

YOU HAVE drunk the draught of songs
that I poured for you,
and accepted the garland of my woven dreams.
My heart straying in the wilderness
was ever touched by the pain that was your own touch.
When my days are done, my leave-taking hushed
in a final silence,
my voice will linger in the autumn light
and rain-laden clouds
with the message that we had met.

WHAT IS THIS melody that overflows nay life, only I know and my
heart knows.
Why I watch and wait, what I beg and from whom, only I know and
my heart knows.
The morning smiles like a friend at my gate, the evening droops
down like a flower by the edge of the woods.
The flute music floats in the air in the dawn and in the dusk. It
beguiles my thoughts away from my toils.
What is this tune and who plays it ever, only I know and my heart knows.