Junction

I fly, I fly! A bird must surely take to wing!
Tell me, what bird that cannot soar
could ever truly be a bird at all?

In love, must every promise linger on?
And if something is lost along the way, must we know of it?

Nothing is lost yet!
When did love ever lose anything, and what?
My tree remains mine still—
it was mine, will stay mine, that bond endures!
Who has the power, the courage, the strength, the ability
to tear it away?

So much happens, truly!
Yet I no longer accept the counterfeit unknowing,
I claim only what is real...compound interest on the real!

If my song truly burns,
then let me show you how to dance!
How one burns and burns yet keeps on loving—
I'll teach you that now, pen in hand!

Though you may not see
what memory holds,
I know you feel it just the same.
Yet why this endless sparring with words?
When have you ever offered even the smallest tenderness?

When you weep, my eyes grow wet!
So I grow afraid—when will someone glimpse
where that hidden self lies concealed!
Every night descends for both of us together.

Why all this testing? I already know the truth!
Come then, let us worship together once more,
or else go on living in solitude!

Now let me walk and see,
let me listen to midnight's dong dong-a dong,
the sound of silence or some distant hum!