After her departure I remained  discarded in my stead
It was the eternity of desolation, a shadow on a grovel
I was a cricket in heavy darkness hiding in grungy holes
knowing  I will linger deceived and unworthy  of pity
Expiring like in a  secret rite of night and silky silence
I stood there in passion, wailing  like in a thrilling tale

I stood  infinitely silent like in a cold whistling winter
Quivering at the heart of  frames of consumed dusts ,  any
longer  the heavenly  equation of brilliant rays
I was the transient, the dispersed forest ravaged in fire
I could only see the icy marble of her raged beauty
I could only hear the slamming door and its striking sound
I could not touch her wealthy spirit, I was uncalled
like  a water dying lily in those  fading  longing swamps
I was already shot in her empty room of grungy holes, I saw
her, dark and secret sailing under  her  fragile
tears , hiding like me, floating like  shreds of agony
Haunted alone by her only dangling glow and dimming  eyes
And the curtain was stretched for ever, it grasped dust
And putrid desolation in the wrinkles of her  skin,
I heard her heavy waves of stones and drowsy follies,  
Her  heavy waves  of words unuttered and unspoken,
She did not know my language, she misused my music
And I went back to my  corner like the ripple of a cloud,
Like these unknown  birds in their velvet  feathers