Enchanted Sorrow

How close to feeling does death come?
As deep as you dwell in separation!

How silent can you be in breath's refuge?
As much space as you've claimed in my sleeping, still body.

Why burn yourself in love's steady, gentle flame?
To be free of all debts.

Then why love me this much?
Splitting your heart in two, I saw only myself there.

Why is your mockery so fierce?
Still I cannot pierce the mystery of your quiet smile.

Why bring down rain in longing for bold promises?
For fear of losing rhythm.

Why have you bound my eyes with your spell?
Because I am so fragile.