A gleeming jewl to me has been revealed - the jewl of life
that's glittering with hope.
At this jewl, shining and sublime, I have now looked for
years, and envy it I still.
Like it I want to be immortal, and endless in my depth, yet
glittering I want to be,
Reflecting my own face - I want to have a form of true
perfection, the color of an angel.
And though I might wish to be many, all I can do is sit -
and watch the jewl of life,
And all the little plays of light, that I have called by
names.
And now the only reason I still look is that of scientific
interest -
what in the end will happen then, between the plays of
light?
But trouble biggest is that I in my tormented mind, have
called a certain one of those small lightballs -
                    ME

But recently I thought that maybe, myself I can free from
the jewl, by shattering it's glass
Yet all I've done, by doing so, was forcing my own self to
search the ground,
For now I see, that this new "me" needs someone from above,
and after all, I cannot leave
Myself at such a moment, this moment has no extraordinary
thing about it,
It is unspecial  to such a measure non can match it in it's
originality,
And so I crowl and look for the jewl, expect to find my lost
ball of light -
And in my path I only see those that have once had names,
and now they do not have,
For they no longer can be told from the surrounding gloom,
of the jewls other shards -
And even "me" is now destroyed along with all but one - and
now at this one I still stare,
My last shard of the jewl, the only thing that is not fake
among the tons of glass,
One small but perfect diamond that makes my soul rejoice -
in it I finally recognize,
That which I always feared - the one and single different
light, in all the huge life jewl,
This is the one, that I myself, have dared to call my love.