Roses, why are they crying? Tulips, all tear-stained, why? So splendid, so pure, so entire, She's left us. No use to cry. The nightingales to praise her, The stars for the only one... The past is lost for ever No future to come. Puzzles of heat and shadows, The emerald of the sea, Cool deeps and embracing shallows, Without her, why should they be? Seems she could be next door yet... No. Nothing to inspire Somebody's joy, or sorrow... Lonely nobody's I. No sentence. The curse. Perdition. Could I have done it right? I beg for the sign, permission To fall into her night, To never breathe, never twinkle Never sing, never cry, never be The sea, the star, the spring bird, The rose of her destiny.

Roses, why are they crying?

Tulips, all tear-stained, why?

So splendid, so pure, so entire,

She's left us. No use to cry.

The nightingales to praise her,

The stars for the only one...

The past is lost for ever

No future to come.

Puzzles of heat and shadows,

The emerald of the sea,

Cool deeps and embracing shallows,

Without her, why should they be?

Seems she could be next door yet...

No. Nothing to inspire

Somebody's joy, or sorrow...

Lonely nobody's I.

No sentence. The curse. Perdition.

Could I have done it right?

I beg for the sign, permission

To fall into her night,

To never breathe, never twinkle

Never sing, never cry, never be

The sea, the star, the spring bird,

The rose of her destiny.