who calls me-? whose voice, can I not quite make out - whose face is so misty, in the unfathomable distance - wait for me! I am here, alone on my platform appear, apparition! I entreat you - hope dances on the wavering horizon in your intangible image separate by ages and continents I hear you! Don't leave me! here, here is my hand, I reach - I see you - but I can't define your face I hear you - but I can't focus your voice You call to a me, who has never heard before don't leave, take my outstretched hand! pull me from my glorious prison come, sweet haven! I wait - I have been waiting, I know, for you Don't fly away now! No! I stretch my every effort, heartstring, to you! but you leave, you leave me here I do not belong here . . . Your image fades away again you are yet in the distance, the impossible distance Someday, you will take my hand, and then . . . . . . sweet then, I wait for you - I wait for him.
Reason for writing:
Wasting away,
day after day,
among those with whom I have no place.
It is for him that I wait.
I am also Luna.
Birth sign: Not entered
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