Scattered

Let my heart to erupt,
So could the love filled,
Flood out to cure my pain;
As sea leaves her pain in flood,
Embracing the shores.
Let my soul to be scattered;
So could thoughts of you
Bound together to me
Fly aloft to the ether to make my soul calm;
As if body seeks calmness in death.
May the eyes of mine be famine;
So shalltnot I have tears to course;
As a tree with no leaves
to shun in autumn.
Better was to take my heart out
And to screw it on the
Sword of your blaming words,
Despite allowing me
To keep it within my left chest
And burning me alive.

A love song

To my innocent friend, whose soul is
Clear’st as the streams of my dreams,
And pur’st as the white roses in my garden:

Some day shall we meet other than in my dreams,
Or never shall we gather other than in my dreams.
I shall touch your face other than in a trance one day.
Or never shall I see you other than in my trances.
Keep me in your remembrance and lov’st me
As the day lov’th the night.
Never shall they gather; and never shall they stay apart.
Never may we gather; never shall you be
Parted from me without tearing my spirit into pieces.
Let my thirst be satisfied, drinking the honey,
You gives me through your living words;
And let not the dying hours send me
Into your forgetfulness.