This solitude is a kind of labyrinth,
where our souls are woven in a sequence,
where the wind whispers into our ears,
warning against an approaching tempest.
Behold! My deep sighs are deep enough,
to touch your heart's deepest coves;
Your gazes are such that it could pierce
the rugged veils of my profane thoughts.
All these upheavals occur when I'm alone,
when nothing is there to hide behind;
Often the fluttering curtains dispel my thoughts,
when no one is around to lean upon.
But among all physicals around me,
your call sweeps across and reaches me;
Leaving a trail of sacrosanct scent,
in a pensive mood once again, it sends me.
Labyrinth of Souls -- Nijole Siksniute