Under Memory's Shade

I'd told you something forgotten
That which can't be recalled not even tomorrow
Forgetfulness grows ever older
When silence travels
I'm waiting for you
At the sun-dried oak
In que with the verse
Hung on the tip of my longing
Where one normally waits for his sweetheart
I sat down to rest
Till autumn runs out and light wears on
I attempted
To tell you but something.

June, 2004
Translation by Fredi Proko