And nobody will explain
How in your soul inner rain
Is moisturing the essence's plain
Up to the wetland's and bog's state.
But after this rain - burst of tears
Are turning to rust all the gears,
Which moved your ship in this life ocean...
And you are sinking in commotion...
Help! Help! - You cry to nothing...
The ocean is vast... The shore - where does it lie?
The silence in the inner rain
Comes after thunder of disdain
Of youself to youself again.
What's love then? Is it only ray,
Or a broad beam of joy in play,
As fishes, twinkling as the stars
In depth of that wet blue-green flood...