Each day I watch a ribbon of your silent film,
Unreeling loud the sequence of your clew,
Again, anew seeing myself within the screen --
Illuminated and preserved by you.
I do not hear but know by heart my every word ľ
My words are written on the flowing things
And coiled in hiding ribbon tight to be preserved
By you and burn again within the screen.
I know ahead your given pattern of events,
But every day I see your film anew --
I start with your first moment and I cannot end
When day takes light away from screen and clew.