And when apart I always yearn for you
and when together, does all yearning end?
Does nearness crave the closeness even more?
Where does it stop, and how to comprehend
the heart's impatience always at its core?
The truth hides far below the dark crevices
and folds of thoughts that stream out steadily,
that flow unstoppably like rivers
longing to merge into a moving sea,
with waves so high, so low, and endlessly¦..
