Your hand full of hours, you came to me – and I said:

Your hand full of hours, you came to me - and I said: Your hair is not brown.

‘Your hair is not brown.’

So you lifted it lightly on to the scales of grief; it weighed more than I...

You lifted it, lightly,

On ships they come to you and make it their cargo, then

on to the balance of grief,

put it on sale in the markets of lust -You smile at me from the depth, I weep at you from the

it was heavier than I.

scale that stays light. I weep: Your hair is not brown, they offer brine from

the sea and you give them curls ... You whisper: They're filling the world with me now,

They come to you on their ships, and make it their load,

in your heart I'm a hollow way still! You say: Lay the leafage of years beside you - it's time

then put it on sale in the markets of lust.

you came closer and kissed me!

You smile at me from the deep.

I weep at you from the scale that’s still light.

The leafage of years is brown, your hair is not brown.

I weep: Your hair is not brown.

They offer salt-waves of the sea,

and you give them spume.

You whisper: ‘They’re filling the world with me now,

and for you I’m still a hollow way in the heart!

You say: ‘Lay the leaf-work of years by you, it’s time,

that you came here and kissed me.

The leaf-work of years is brown, your hair is not brown.