If Songtext
von Jane Sheldon

I am, you anxious one.
Do you not hear me
surging against you with all my senses?
My feelings, which have found wings,
circle—white—around your face,
Do you not see my soul––how there
before you it stands draped in silence?
Doesn′t my prayer ripen in your eyes as on a tree?
If you are the dreamer, I am your dream.
But if you wish to be awake,
I am your will
and become the master of all majesty
and round myself to stillness like a star
over the strange city of time.