The Past... The old abundant days, transient keepers of happiness, shall come no more.---Die Vergangenheit ... Die alten, reichen Tage, vorübergehende Hüter des Glücks, werden nicht mehr kommen.

So long, visitor.
Good day.
My writings happened
for you, for nobody,
for everyone.

I beg you; leave me restless.
I live with the impossible ocean
and silence bleeds me dry.

I die with each wave each day.
I die with each day in each wave.
But the day does not die---
not ever.
It does not die.
And the wave?
It does not die.

Thank you.