night: I walk alone through the dense
hearing the mournful wolves
of the darkness crying
to the cold
est, blackest sky far above lying;
And I kept trying to flee, as fast as I could,
from what or from who, I never quite understood.
Was it the eyes in the shadow
s, always spying,
or was it you who caused me to depart, flying?
Or did I seek to escape Death
in the thick wood?
No, not Death, but Love
that to you would hold me bound
and would compel
me to admit you I do need;
I tried to evade you, but you were all around,
and I knew that of love
I would never be freed.
Wherever I went, I found your love in each place;
I ran, but I still found myself in your embrace