2112 When you are with me

A voice,
I'd like to listen a voice
That calls the dead
That I have in the caverns
Of my heart
And to see them as if were
Old Lazarus walking out
With the illusion of finding
The love.
It is not that I need
Imperatively of you,
But when you are with me:
I am
Of the stations
The florid spring
Among the lights
I am the radiant sun,
Among the stars
I am the moon,
Of the extensions of water
The ocean I am,
Of the vibrations
I am the transcendental syllable om,
Of the immobile things
The Himalayas I am
And of the fluent rivers
The old Ganges I am,
Of the letters I am the A
And among all feelings
The love.