Who are you,
That you come at night to steal my slumber?
Like in fairy tales you fill me with shudders, carrying a dream;
Leaving at dawn you leave an abyss,
You unsettle me constantly.
And when you are gone in special moments,
I look for you shivering and I am afraid
That you have died and I don’t realize,
That you are a hidden dream in weary thought.
Only in poetry, in loneliness,
One can embrace
The lightest ray of the cleanest heart
And the raw, unforgiving, vivid longing.