Life's vastness I will have to praise,
Vast life which forms your mirror pane:
With each dawn reconstructed life.
Since you left me and went away,
So many places have seemed vain,
Bereft of meaning, yet alike
To day's long beams of humdrum light.
Those eves which were your carven niche,
Those melodies which always held
Me there, words of that time awake,
With my hands I will have to break.
Where deeply will I hide my soul
So that your absence it won't see,
That terrible, unsetting sun,
Aflame for harsh eternity?
Your absence so surrounds me whole,
Just like a rope upon my throat,
The sea in which we sink, and choke.