I am not, neither you
and who can say?
nor sky in its rotation
nor forlorn thrush who calls and waits.
Will you answer?
Will you touch face and hand?
A balm of oil on my forehead
and behind my neck?
Help me to see stars
and the kiss of flowers
and to lie in grass.
I am not, neither you.
Can you see the face of the gods that were?
All is dark and serene and hopeless
I saw them when I was young and free
and when our lips touched
and a kiss upon my forehead
and upon my neck.
Can you speak wisdom?
Can you pour it in my ear
and paint it on my feet
and upon one finger?
A scar across my forehead
and across my neck
and I am not, neither you.