dichterliebe 9

i wept in a dream

to think

that

at one sparking moment

in the stream

of the past

i put my mouth

against your shadow

and

that at

one white point

in the night sky of the past

my face rested

against

a wind

that had curved itself

against you.

lover, i hold out my hands

and nothing comes into them.

lover, i hold out my hands and

nothing

comes into them.