Like a drop of rain in the ocean
Like a grain of sand on the ground
Like a blow of smoke in air
I lost you, never to be found.

I take the road others have taken
Knowing no one has come back
But hoping to find you along
Before I, likewise, be gone.

Since I have no light
I am at the sun's mercy
You follow me when it shines
When it sets you abandon me.

I follow a trail of footprints
Left by travellers on deserts
Until rains washed the prints
And the traveller is still a mystery.

I travel to meet them
By following others prints
They travel to meet me
By leaving my own prints.

I do not seek you during the day
When I can pass through
It is at night I need you
To light my way through.

A river cuts the road
I cannot proceed forward!
If nothing can bridge it
Shall I then turn backward?

I stand on the crossroad
Unable to decide
My cold reason and warm passion
Split me into two.

I envy winged creatures
Flying far and wide
Had I those wings
I will fly across this divide.

Forgetting Icarian lessons
I keep wishing for wings
I could fly towards you
Had I those wings

Flowers from boughs blossom
Birds from every direction sing
Boughs from trees wave
Did I reach the land of sirens?

I take shelter inside a cave
From the rains and storm
I wish I were as hard as rock
But not like this flowing stream?

Heavy with ripe fruits
Trees bend them to me
Tempt me to abandon
The journey I have taken.

With sky as my roof
With trees as my companion
With earth as my bed
I sleep to meet you once again

My joy melts into flooding tears
When I meet you in dream
Digs my cheeks with valleys
Deep enough to hide my maim.