Elegy

Between the blossom that is gathered
And the flower that is offered as gift
There's only an unspeakable voidness
The same black nothing, my thoughts strove against

Who are you, that so fill
My heart with your absence?
So fill the whole earth with your absence?
Oh Who are you, that so fill
My throat with your absence
A selfless inner sense

Oh tell

You fashion an urn or a vase of flowers
But I make the most despairing efforts to find
Those words that are black enough to
Describe this darkness
That would blacken my tongue if I'd dare to name them

Who are you, that so fill
My heart with your absence?
So fill the whole earth with your absence?
Oh Who are you, that so fill
My throat with your absence
A selfless inner sense

Oh tell

Who are you, that so fill
My heart with your absence?
So fill the whole earth with your absence?
Oh Who are you, that so fill
My throat with your absence
A selfless inner sense

A selfless inner sense