She is the star
Slowly fading in the sky
I am her shadow in the lake
Placid and tranquil
But then you know
How can the shadow become longer,
deeper and
More serene
When I light a lamp
and float it in the lake
The lamp will not light
No mater how much oil
I put in it, till the wick is lighted
You are the wick of that lamp
Burning, slowing dying
Disappearing in the light
And elongating the shadow
Do you know
That’s the way it is
That’s the way it is
What can I pray for you
Just be there
Lighting the life
Of shadows
Which will remain dark
Long
And inaccessible
Do not ever hope to get closer to
The shadow
Its pain, only pain, distress
Of desolate length
That some times
Goes beyond the banks of the lake
But then star is still lighted and
I am trying to keep this light glowing
Feebly,
What a life
Neither able to nurture the light, nor
The shadow
And the lamp floats away, slowly
And slowly, Ah!