The Captive

want you, yet I know that nevercan I embrace you to my heart's are that clear and bright sky.

I, in this corner of the cage, am a captive behind the cold and dark barsdirecting toward you my rueful look of astonishment,

I am thinking that a hand might comeand I might suddenly spread my wings in your direction.

I am thinking that in a moment of neglectI might fly from this silent prison,laugh in the eyes of the man who is my jailerand beside you begin life anew.

I am thinking these things, yet I knowthat I can not, dare not leave this if the jailer would wish it,no breath or breeze remains for my behind the bars, every bright morningthe look of a child smile in my face;when I begin a song of joy,his lips come toward me with a kiss.

O sky, if I want one dayto fly from this silent prison,what shall I say to the weeping child's eyes:forget about me, for I am captive bird?

I am that candle which illumines a ruinswith the burning of her heart.

If I want to choose silent darkness,

I will bring a nest to ruin.