Remembering

Paris, France, 1986 By the window I sit When the rainy and blue sky Are still highly above the sky, and the shadows made them tall and endless But if I decided to write this, Would it echoes through my pencil and awake her? When I was still remembering the autumn atonement And I pick up my impulse And I shuttle up my imaginary line. Oh glares will! I still sitting down there By the window and the blue-darkness sky looks at me And alone with the moonlight And weary eyes... Reading the giddiness songs I felt safe to myself throughout This anew coming and I see myself sitting now By the wooden fire The Paris night is so beautiful indeed! I see myself against the shadow Such as hers! I do not know; And see you, too, were walking over me.