Doubt
The young man you expected
won’t come tonight.
What would you have told him? Why?
Let futility vanish
sever the unfortunate sprout.
Don’t let the endless
cunning desire
fool your heart
a secret sadness flow
over this spring evening.
Yet you don’t listen to advice
enchantment has a strong hold on you
he’ll never come tonight
and tomorrow will turn
even more painful.
Absence will shine
light into his darkened eyes;
with reserved ardour
a secret grief
will kiss his awkward hands
that I shall see spread
timid in victory
sweet as if they can
the caressing waves that pull me
like a pebble into the depth
