I my heart, You play the art,
And the magic miracle you tune,
I think You are in me the gramophone!
In my eye there dances Your image,
And my unconscious feels your tidal wave,
My infatuation worships you in Soul's cave!
Enamored, bewildered and attached though,
I harbor the psychic of if-if-if loss,
For behind my shadow of time You are the only cause.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem