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!)