In Your Departure

You leave; leaves get dry,

Kind flowers vanish,

Trees wrinkle,

You leave and the whole garden is in pain.

Swallows' hearts hide the morning songs,

And I struggle with my shadow,

Once I pray for your coming,

Then I curse your leaving,

Once I create a crazy world,

Then I clash with my being,

And at times:

I mourn a vacant heart.

From the burning feet on a desert,

Until a business class flight,

I travel to you.

From behind the tall walls of child alleys

Until the short ramparts of old ages

I hear your voice.

In an ever seen and unseen moon

I see you.

In all dark and silent nights

I look for you.

And I do not understand;

The philosophy of being without you:

From Zarathustra until Nietzsche.