The vessel was full,
without eternal verities.
I open my mouth
to drink the dark minutia.
Do I love you or not,
holding your hand I would ask?
Your eyes will speak in
god\'s language. Only silence of stone.
And when will my journey
will stop, if I don\'t find you
waiting for me? Do you think we
know each other intimately as the lines
of the palms?
Home, I have again lost it.
Was there a home of god, who
would melt when I was
lost in the dark woods?
I walk with empty hands.
Nothing to offer now.