Imaginary Jig

To W.

While trying to keep them together in order -
My chaotic fevering thoughts from within,
I sail on emotion
Of highest devotion
To someone who finally lets me begin...

Begin with quite different kind of the feeling,
And learning the marvellous style of the dance.
The soul starts to wander
To worlds near and yonder
To catch and to cherish the one precouis chance.

The shower of hail on the window-sill rattles,
They send me to journey I don't wanna start.
The torturing silence
Inspires me to violence
Of fighting the forces that tear us apart.

I never relied on the wonder of friendship,
Was never prepared to the wonder of love,
So need an advice
On decreasing the price
When tasting them both as the storm from above.

So keeping the distance I try to be silent,
But long future parting is hurting as knife.
Please, Cunnla, my dear,
Don't come any near,
Don't go any further, just stay in my life.

[Samhain, 2002]