Inquiet

You have planted eternity in the soil of my soul,

You buried it deep,

With age will come beauty,

Fragrance with the parade of time,

You have wet my lips with the wine of glory,

I have heard the brilliant first note of your melody,

I cannot see beyond the horizon,

I cannot hear the roar of your song,

Your love and grandeur are an ocean,

But only the tide touches my feet,

I feel so small in the city,

Smaller in the woods,

I’m restless and unsatisfied,

Yearning for the seed inside to grow,

Longing to swallow the wine that I have tasted faintly,

I see dimly through a mirror,

I wish to break the glass and fling aside the curtain,