That is my window.
Just nowI have so softly wakened.
I thought that I would float.
How far does my life reach,and where does the night beginI could think that everythingwas still me all around;transparent like a crystal'sdepths, darkened, mute.
I could keep even the starswithin me; so immensemy heart seems to me; so willinglyit let him go I began perhaps to love, perhaps to hold.
Like something strange, undreamt-of,my fate now gazes at me.
For what, then, am I stretched outbeneath this endlessness,exuding fragrance like a meadow,swayed this way and that,calling out and frightenedthat someone will hear the call,and destined to disappearinside some other life.
