A void in the day
A void emptier than the lengthy yawn of the cold autumn wind
A void awaiting what there must be
                                 but there is not
and the cry of my restive blood
beyond a dam of silence and patience.

Here are the bygone years
Your image with a small figure
with green fingertips of kindness
with a dawn that sprinkles perfume of light
from the midst of your ebullient laughter
from the midst of the rhythm of your steps
and the touch of the sense of growth
with all moments of the day
with your glance the shelter of my existence.

To whom shall I relate the secret of this miracle
that a small sapling
can be
like a robust rock
the support and the haven of the wandering storm?

Now, here, away from you
a void in the day
a void in my heart , every day .

[November 1992]