Speak To Me So That I Can See YouSpeak to me, so that I can see you,
So that the Sun begins to shine more brightly,
So that I'm later not regretting
That time ran out before I told your story.
The story of the leaves that quietly whisper,
Of dew drops twinkling on morning grass,
Of wind that comes in Spring, and one that's strong,
Of February skies without a cloud,
Of happiness that comes at sunrise,
As those first rays of lilac turn to red.
And what is happiness? We all say "happiness" so often…
So much about it can be said.
One day, it will arrive without a warning
And change the way your eyes perceive this world.
You'll see the world in fairy tales enclosed,
You'll see it wrapped in tender, rosy Spring.
And then within that Spring, whose entrance will be sudden,
With ringing laughter, you will outpour your love,
And as around the snow your scatter cherry roses,
A burning fire will ignite in people's hearts.
Speak to me so that I can see you.
So that I always feel this thrilling passion,
This gust of freshest wind that came upon me roughly.
The gust of love, of fantasies, and hopes.
11.26.1999
A BushIn a dark forest that neither Sun nor light ever visit,
A small bush was growing, wrapped in mist.
Like a free bird, he was of awesome beauty
Like a tender flower, by Spring he was caressed.
He was lonely and lived in this world by himself,
Spreading his warmth through the dusk of the forest.
He did not live long in this gloomy captivity,
And carried with him all of his thoughts when he left.
PartingCaravans of geese fly away from this land.
Tonight, we're saying "good-bye", my sweet friend.
From outside the window, the soft sounds of rain
Remind us of parting again and again.
Through the river of life so united in heart
We sailed until winds drew us so far apart.
Smiling with sadness, you whispered "good-bye"
And vanished for good in the watery sky.
04.08.1999
AutumnIt's as though Nature had been touched by silence.
Her voice subsided, and she fell into a speechless reverie.
Only the slender, young, and cunning poplar
Is whispering something to the blushing mountain ash.
Before my feet the maple leafs have spread
A carpet of the wondrous Autumn.
And the trees appear to be inviting me
To marvel at the awesome beauty.
08.27.1999
Winter HappinessSnow slightly squeaks under a black boot.
She walks on - she soars on the wings of happiness.
Today, a spark has suddenly ignited
That which she long maintained inside her heart.
And the outwardly hectic winter afternoon
Was overwhelmed by a wave of love
And feelings only fairy tales describe.
She'll treasure the memory of this day until the end of time:
The rays of the December sun and the airy white snow flakes
Slowly descending upon the ground.
11.24.1999
Winter StrollAs you ski across a winter forest,
You hear squeaking of the Christmas snow.
Just look at this awesome beauty, my friend,
How white and miraculous everything looks!
The charming forest stands in splendor
Wearing a white dress of light snowflakes.
And we now wait in anticipation
Of marvelous winter miracles unfolding.
12.21.1999
A Candle's DreamIn the deep dark of night, a candle was crying.
She shone through the dusk, while ardently trying
With tears and with work, to bring back the brightness of day.
She was melting, but time never goes in the opposite way.
It was not her fate to see morning light.
It was not her fate to make day out of night.
Yet still, she warmed the darkness with her passionate gleam,
While burning down, she held the faith in a beautiful dream.
01.30.2001
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