Beloved -
beyond the buffeting waves
of my moods,
there lies the moon of my dreams.
Lead me by my hand
and push me over the brink
of eternal silence,
so that no words be needed
any more
to show you my warmest feelings -
and only echoes remain
of my existence
that hurtle to and fro...
Let me wander, then,
in the blasts of winds
and stretch no hands to find me
for I know no longer
where to go...
And leave no trace behind me
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