The speaker addresses someone who seems fearful, telling them not to be afraid and to listen. The speaker's senses burn for the other person, and their feelings that have taken wing encircle their face. The speaker asks if the other sees their soul standing before them in silence, and if their prayer is ripening in their eyes like a tree. The speaker says that if the other is the dreamer, they are their dream, but if they want to wake, the speaker is their will and will become powerful and turn into a silent star above the strange town of time.
The speaker addresses someone who seems fearful, telling them not to be afraid and to listen. The speaker's senses burn for the other person, and their feelings that have taken wing encircle their face. The speaker asks if the other sees their soul standing before them in silence, and if their prayer is ripening in their eyes like a tree. The speaker says that if the other is the dreamer, they are their dream, but if they want to wake, the speaker is their will and will become powerful and turn into a silent star above the strange town of time.
The speaker addresses someone who seems fearful, telling them not to be afraid and to listen. The speaker's senses burn for the other person, and their feelings that have taken wing encircle their face. The speaker asks if the other sees their soul standing before them in silence, and if their prayer is ripening in their eyes like a tree. The speaker says that if the other is the dreamer, they are their dream, but if they want to wake, the speaker is their will and will become powerful and turn into a silent star above the strange town of time.
'I am, you scared one. Do not you hear me burn against you with all my senses? My feelings that found wings encircle your face knows. Don't you see my soul as it closes standing before you in a dress of silence? Doesn't ripen my mail prayer in your eyes as in a tree? If you're the dreamer, I'm your dream. But if you want to wake up, I am your will and become powerful in all glory and round me like a starry stillness over the whimsical city of time.
I am, you fearful one. Don't you hear me
with all my senses burning you? my feelings, which have taken wings, make white circles around your face. do you not see my soul, which tightly stands before you dressed in silence? isn't my springlike prayer ripening upon your vision like a tree?