To my friend

[Sawabiwal]

TO MY FRIEND
Without you
I am incomplete...
Because of you
fame now Is ours...
Your beauty like spring
renews with color
the heart and soul
I vie with others
who desire you...
Full of life's thick blood
So often pricked by you
My blood has thinned to red ink.
I know your sting's pain
Un healing wounds I carry.
Yet like thorns on the rose
I desire to protect you.
I am scorched by your fire ...
Smoldering like the Kaknus
in the hot summer afternoon
which burns itself when singing.
I pursue life
because of you...
I feel myself rushing
like the passenger
going towards his destination.
My life is a grave
when you are gone ...
I within myself to hide
my body a lifeless shell
and people come prepared to bury me.