How fresh, , how clean how powerful
are your return, your presence your means
I wish I once also changing were
like a flower in spring, like a nestling bird.

That I could offer to you my all
what before was only mine
when worries written in your forehead
I easily would soften and decline.

Who would have thought
my shivering hands would write
I once more should smell the rain and dew
and that I here and now in blazing light
the wild tempest struggle for you.

Dead to those who keep us unknown
who never accept that love will grow
that my gifts are more than only me
and that goodness is about, a wonderful fee.