This strange and beautiful anguish; 

This passion that sweeps fire across my breast - 

It chokes within me - 

I cannot speak 

My limbs, weak like newborns, 

tremble to rise 

from the floorboards. 

I cry aloud in tongues not of my making, 

I shake with every effort 

to vacate my body, 

to fly like a zephyr to your side 

Oh, love, feel for my absence. 

Reach for my empty air.