From the fathomless depth of my boredom, from the
last room of its emptiness, an elf has come to play
with me.
As comes a little gold spider to a prison cell teasing the
criminal from his darkness to tear at a thread of sunlight,
and kiss the mouth of a shy morning whispering through
the window.
An elf has come to dance with me, blown like a leaf on
the path of my autumn lassitude.
Sprightly one, dervish! You are the living adventure