Numbness

I search in the snow in vain

For a trace of her footsteps

When she, on my arm,

Wandered about the green field.

I want to kiss the ground,

Piercing the ice and snow

With my hot tears,

Until I see the earth below.

Where will I find a blossom?

Where will I find green grass?

The flowers are dead,

The turf is so pale.

Is there then no souvenir

To carry with me from here?

When my pain is stilled,

What will speak to me of her?

My heart is as if frozen,

Her image is cold within,

If my heart should one day thaw,

So too would her image melt away!