Lift

 

I lift the deep

I lift the tower

I lift the shadows

that became decades long

I lift the boundless

up above its discreet hedge

I lift the drop

I lift the writing out of its bark

and make sure that the debt can thaw.

 

 

I lift a drop on a raw cold morning

I am the drop when it freezes

and the tears of the fog also cling

when the walls of the warm days 

sit and stare right through me.

 

 

I lift a drop on a cold morning

I am a drop when it freezes

and the tears of the fog also cling

when the hot questions cry and call.

 

Lifts the morning darkness

lifts the moon's seal

it is the drop of morning darkness

which is the weapon in your hand

I overturn floors in the totem of sorrow

I clutch what you left behind

and the shadows are saved in your breath.

 

 

I lift a drop on a cold morning

I am a drop when it freezes

and the tears of the fog also cling

when they feel seriously coming  close.

 

 

I lift a drop on a cold morning

I am a drop when it freezes

and the nights are frozen

and the drops from the thaw on the roof

catch

and rise

me up.