I love the dark hours of my being.

My mind deepens into them.

There i can find, as in old letters,

the days of my life, already lived,

and held like a legend, and understood.

Then the knowing comes: as i can open

to another life that`s wide and timeless.

So I am sometimes like a tree

rustling over a grave sit

and making real the dream

of the one its living roots

embrace:

a dream once lost 

among sorrows and songs.

de Rainer M Rilke