Lord!

I've been looking for you, Lord... I have sought you, Lord, millennia, my turn, But today I remained in the body, voiceless, Because in my sky, the earth, desolate, is left to me, And my demons run wild through my mind... I sought you, Lord, through dry leaves, Fallen through my woods, let me die on them, But I don't have any more pillows, I ache all of them, And the branches are, as it were, cut aortas... I sought you, Lord, on my empty vault, On mosses of oaks and beeches, to lie down, Some leaf in its fall, with your hand, to catch it, Your light, through my veins, to rise again... I sought a branch in Your paths, To climb my immortality from which to fall, But my body, with its heavy, fir leaves He doesn't want to sit under his shadows anymore... Because the shadows are small in the empty heart, Giving birth to demons with ancient diseases... That's why I shake the sheets with my blood, Lattices in tarred dungeons. I have sought you, Lord, it is I, son of the night, Lost forever in its fog... I just have one more request, give me a star On my forehead, may the calls of death be felt... For, sweet as honey, it clings to my mind, Like a storm in the depths of the seas, May he be my shining light from afar... In my death that seeks its way to You. ***  I have come to you, Virgin Mother, Mistress, Where even worms don't know where to live, From hell to the stars that shine for you, Let me just sing you a prayer from my crazy mind... I have called you, Saint Mary, Virgin, Far in the stars and not on earth... How, Virgin, do I know that in the grave, Will you have light from my wax body? I pray to you, Mother, my Holy Virgin, Through flowers soaked in tears of the wind... How on earth, Virgin, do I know that? And in my cross rises, the mountain that sings to me? I looked for a flower to leave for myself, When the things that sing to me, they will be And only between the lines would you hear, When my voice will grow close to You. I cried a cry of my vain sea, Virgin, drop on my dry body, I'm so sick of his tars, eaten, That it looks like the cover of my own book. I have sought you, Mother, it is I, son of your sea, On my waves I only walk with a boat and a crow, I have also lost my oars, my raven is blind And I fall into the depths of the sea of your mercy. For only with your Lord and Your mercy, You will find a way to the top, From my cross, oars to make, towards the west, Rowing the sunrise in your great sea. *** I have sought you, Lord, Jesus, Christ, Through the eyes of Horus and passions of the gods... How, Jesus, do I know that you are mine Are the eyes that clean the fire from my bones? I have sought you, Lord, Christ, Jesus, Where not even your rays penetrated And only in my own thought and cry, I found Your unspoken words. In your old hut, under wax shadows, I have sought you, Lord, my Jesus, But my body falls into your womb, hard They wait for you, in your voice, to perish. For only the loss of the body makes, Let the night seem like a way to the sky... Touch me, Lord Jesus, to hope That my body doesn't sleep... it just pretends! I found your cry in my sea of gods... And my sea of stars in my wooden cross, The shadow of the raven, at least, to mean... On the side of the boat... of my darkness...