My mind was set,
… now wondering;
my heart was fed,
… now hungering;
my soul was hushed,
… now flushed,
… and searching
Is there any way out
of this amazement
of dissatisfaction,
of yearning to find
a reason not to mind,
my heart is burning
through apparent frost
When you catch me, tenderly,
with those panoptic eyes,
my footing melts
… and I am lost
