In silent dreams,
In dearth of light,
A desolate spirit
Stubbornly seeks—
With a lantern of hope,
In a life little-remembered:
A golden-haired stranger,
With eyes of a brilliant blue!
Distant voices,
Forgotten faces,
Dissolving joylessly,
Into the blackening rivers.
I run back in time,
Searching for you—
Calling out your name—
Oscar, beloved Oscar!
Drizzling rain,
Cradled by unruly winds,
Under the clouded heavens—
Two strangers, you and I—
Walking down the stone paths,
Down along familiar roads.
Suddenly you stop—
In revelation unknown—
You turn and smile,
Into my questioning eyes.
Spontaneously.
Two lives crossing.
In one moment.
Born of fate.
Frozen in time.
Destined.
Forever to last.
Running playfully,
Through the golden fields,
Under a sky divinely azure—
In a memory barely remembered,
Or in a thought never abandoned,
I remember our moment.
And I call out your name—
Oscar, beloved Oscar!
Will I ever see you again?
Will our paths ever cross?
Golden-haired stranger,
With eyes of a brilliant blue—
Speak to me once more—
From the unknown depths.
These untraveled roads—
Will you walk with me?
To and fro, turning,
I—in my lonely bed—
Staring at empty walls.
Shivering.
Devoid of hope.
Your face dissolving,
In the waters of time.
I stretch my hand,
With fading hope,
In the merciless silence,
Whispering—
Oscar, beloved Oscar!
Through the golden fields,
Under a sky divinely azure—
Will you hold my hand?
As our lives entwine with hope,
And as our hearts join in love,
Beyond the trodden horizons—
Will you walk with me?
A weary spirit,
Heavy with hope,
Now longs for you—
Oscar, beloved Oscar!
The nightmares creep.
The shadows return to haunt.
The veil of oblivion descends.
The spirit trembles,
In fear of loneliness.
I run, longing for light,
Away from the darkness,
Leaping into a darker ocean.
Miserable, I wake,
And call out your name—
Oscar, beloved Oscar!
Turn your face.
Look into my eyes.
One more time.
Passionately—
Let me call out,
In sweet remembrance:
Your forgotten name –
Oscar, beloved Oscar!
Golden-haired stranger,
With eyes of a brilliant blue—
Come back to me,
From the unyielding depths,
And walk once more
Down our familiar road.
Turn your face and smile.
Come closer to me.
In my ears, whisper:
The name I love so—
Oscar, beloved Oscar!
One more glimpse.
One more smile.
Faithfully, I seek.
Never finding.
Yet undaunted.
Stubbornly, I seek—
A golden-haired stranger,
With eyes of a brilliant blue—
Oscar, my beloved Oscar!
For M.―
Osnabrück,
Kārtika Śuklā Ekādaśī,
The 24th of November in 2012.