Song of the Spring (1)

You well up in my heart in the lump in my throat you rain you drip from my eyes. Spring by spring clear, clear murmuring my love, my love There is no secret no veil between me and you. It is your love kissing my eyelid the corner of my lips. It is your love always with me in every corner never leaving me in the wasteland of the cell. Murmuring, my love, you sing within me. Your song sings in the lump in my throat. Repeating it with trembling lips I call your name. The voice of our love wells up takes shape gives shape with wild yellow and blue flowers to the wasteland space. You well up in my heart murmuring your clear, ardent kisses cover my face. I take my face in my hands and the spell of eternal silence sobbing breaks...