Dream

My heart rests, by the cold fountain. (Fill it with threads, spider of silence) The fountain-water sang it the song. (Fill it with threads, spider of silence) My heart, waking, sang its desires. (Spider of nothingness, spin your mystery) The fountain-water listened sombrely. (Spider of nothingness, spin your mystery) My heart falls into the cold of the fountain. (White hands, far-out, hold back the water) The water carries it, singing with joy. (White hands, far-out, nothing there in the water)