H. Bar

You -
I ask one peculiar, one - single - thing of you.
You -
Stay radiant, even if love should dismantle
all that we strive for.

Wouldn't her majesty (Magic)
do the observe-approve
thing and let Logic close an eye?

Well, yes I'm afraid to be an everything.
Tangle a romance, or seek the unknown.

It is quite a gamble that I usually make:
Leave the game sealed, hunched vitality.

But you
Have kept something that belongs to me.
You
Have my breath lost in your gentle Hair.

I run after it, I hold this feeling and there
it is in my arms. I run after it and yet stay
where I am. There it is, yes there it is.
I feel it on the palm of my hand.

I put an H and cross my Heart. I put a
bar across my Heart. I name what is not
yet close to mine. I know it will never
be really - mine.

Yet, to all Horizons that await my gaze!
From your lips I could reclaim my breath.

Yes, among all horizons, starsets and skies
From your lips I could reclaim my breath.