Elegy

Between the blossom that is gathered
 And the flower that is offered as gift
 There's only an unspeakable voidness
 The same black nothing, my thoughts strove against
 Who are you, that so fill
 My heart with your absence?
 So fill the whole earth with your absence?
 Oh Who are you, that so fill
 My throat with your absence
 A selfless inner sense
 Oh tell
 You fashion an urn or a vase of flowers
 But I make the most despairing efforts to find
 Those words that are black enough to
 Describe this darkness
 That would blacken my tongue if I'd dare to name them
 Who are you, that so fill
 My heart with your absence?
 So fill the whole earth with your absence?
 Oh Who are you, that so fill
 My throat with your absence
 A selfless inner sense
 Oh tell
 Who are you, that so fill
 My heart with your absence?
 So fill the whole earth with your absence?
 Oh Who are you, that so fill
 My throat with your absence
 A selfless inner sense
 A selfless inner sense