i cannot tell you: "“All language is but a poor translation.”(Franz Kafka)

i cannot tell you
who you are,
i feel how you are
in your confinement

i feel how you need
to run out for a while
and how you need to crawl
inside near last strength

in the space between
one day and another
where you may be lost
if there was not the sea

in which you can float
and rest, no intrusion
shall reach it
and i'd lend my wings

to protect you,
sheltering you from
the confusion of dreams
with all i can give,

only to you,
i could.
today you were
so near to tears

feeling it
i wished to take
you out in my arm
to show us the moon

and the tides
rushing in,
going out,
they make all pure

but i could only
make you laugh
for a second or two
and see

that all must be
as it is
now
and all will be good

to break the cage
the walls
only love will do it
not me

only trust
to be free outside
will help,
i hope it is true

and we meet again
from inside
in an embrace
without translation

and run golden fields
under wide and open skies
in the high planes,
on top of the mountains,

sleep near the spring
kissed by wild roses,
tickled by thistles
and woken by goats

i need not tell you
who you are,
walk with me
beyond words

barefoot and a heart
filled with songs
above pain
in a light we know

but now
i hear the seagulls,
hungry souls at night:
take care