I feel even far from me.
The sound of your voice, the smell of hair.
My permanent, unburning tree.
I have my lounges, but you are air.
I have my eyes, but look through you.
The Sun, the moon and clouds on the sky
And Vincent’s painting in a hue
You are my answer to the question “Why?”
I feel you even far from me.
The warmness of your breath in cold room,
The wind on surface of the sea.
You are god-sent, the blessing and a boon.
I’m not alive, if you are gone.
I’ll stop believing in almighty being,
I wish to have you all or none.
If you are far from me, unseen.
I feel you…far from me...