Searching for diamonds in a sulphur mine,
leaning on props that are
hoping for anything, looking for a sign
that I am not forgotten.
Lost in a
labyrinth of future mystery,
tracing my steps, all mistaken,
trusting to everything, praying
it can be
that I am not forsaken.
I wait by the door, wondering
when you will come
and keep me warm.
I pray for the end of the night,
hoping the light will still the
which presently betrays me;
helpless sea-monster stranded on the shore,
in an ecstasy of waiting,
I yearn, although knowing that I shall dive no
tide already racing.
My lungs burst to cry: