I trace you, both in deep silence and loud brawl,

And hunt you down in time, like game,

To see: are you the falcon that I aim?

Am I to kill you? Or on my knees to fall?

Looking for reasons to believe or doubt, I 

Am searching boldly and in vain, it seems.

You are the most exquisite of my dreams,

And I don’t dare overthrow you from the sky.

Like paths that in the water shiver,

You seem to be, and then you’re not, at times;

I spotted you among the fish and stars,

As the wild boar drinking at the river.

In your great story, we’re now the last of enemies.

I’m staying here to confront you face to face,

But I do not aspire to take the winner’s place.

I only want to touch you and then scream: “There is!”