Here I love you.
In the dark pines the wind distangles itself.
The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters.
Days, all one kind, go chasing each other.
The snow unfurls in dancing figures.
A silver gull slips down from the west.
Sometimes a sail. High, high stars.
On the black cross of a ship.
Alone.
Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet.
Far away the sea sounds and resounds.
This is a port.
Here I love you.
Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain.
I love you still among these clod things.
Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels,
that cross the sea towards no arrival.
I see myself forgotten like those old anchors.
The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there.
My life grows tires, hungry to no purpose.
I love what I do not have, you are so far.
My loathing wrestles in the slow twilights.
But night comes and stars singing to me.
The moon turn it's clockwork drear.
The biggest stars look at me with your eyes
and as I love you, the pines in the wind,
want to sing your name with thir leaves of wire.
Emo Princess
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