Oh, you! disappeared throughout the ages
where are you?
I’m constantly looking for you
although can’t find you
waiting for you
but you’re not comin’
extremely exhausted by fighting
 for a while
I want to put my head
on your chest’s softness
then whisper:
sweetheart, how nice it is!
what would I do with solitude’s panic
if you weren’t?
then you touch my head,
say: Oh, my dear, stubborn mass!
which rogue fantasy’s hug
have you come back from?
that like a stranger pigeon
your heart beats so
on the top roof of sunset.