Am I mad? No, I'm not!
You are.
My love
Is opening the windows
For vengeance of passion,
But it is
Of no use.
The dove
Breaks the glass in splinters.
This final secession -
My or his -
Is excused.
Kill the beast in the child!
Compassion is rare,
Hate is fond, love is wild
In lasting nightmare.
For the black shining sun,
For my dead bride
I am mad, I will run
Until the night.
The night
Is flaming in the water,
Reflected and written
In my soul
And your eyes.
This light,
This razor-blade, this border
Between the seen and hidden
In us all's
On all sides.
Come with me into my dream
And give one more day,
Fall with starfall to the sea
And take me away!
Give me pain by your hand,
Confessing of love...
World of hopes - holy land -
Is always above!