Wait

This rich tapestry where I do not lay
was last nights no dream result 
A blank state of mind, dreamless
Inciting the morning to be proficient.

O dear that waits or are out of my lead,
I miss your presence, your part is the lost
Printemps of myself deluded,

I fear to try again and become against.

Waves and line of vision do not fit right.
As wave, you blur my sight completely.
And as a blind, only my stick may talk,
I being silent and reflexive while it telling
Jokes to the stones and balls of trash
it knows for ages, and the humor that I
met for so long is provoking vomit.

O woman waving and passing at the sound of within temptation,

I am devoted to you
Although our certitude being nonexistent

Attaining, once more, a vertigo that I want to feel

Till I fall within You, O passing woman

Within the days, over the nights, not all my mights are enough,

you must say yes.