I apprehend You.
The years pass by -Yet in constant form,
I apprehend You.
The whole horizon is aflame - impossibly sharp,
And mute,
I wait, - with longing and with love.
The whole horizon is aflame, and your appearance near.
And yet I fear that You will change your form,
Give rise to impudent
By changing Your familiar contours in the end.
Oh, how I'll fall - so low and bitter,
Defeated by my fatal dreams!
How sharp is the horizon!
Radiance is near.
And yet I fear that You will change your form.
