1.

What can I do, I have dreamed of you so much 
What can I do, lost as I am in the sky

What can I do, now that all 
the doors and windows are open

I will whisper this in your ear 
as if it were a rough draft

something I scribbled on a napkin 
I have dreamed of you so much

there is no time left to write 
no time left on the sundial

for my shadow to fall back to earth 
lost as I am in the sky

 

2.

What can I do, all the years that we talked 
and I was afraid to want more

What can I do, now that these hours 
belong to neither you nor me

Lost as I am in the sky 
What can I do, now that I cannot find

the words I need 
when your hair is mine

now that there is no time to sleep 
now that your name is not enough

 

3.

What can I do, if a red meteor wakes the earth 
and the color of robbery is in the air

Now that I dream of you so much 
my lips are like clouds

drifting above the shadow of one who is asleep 
Now that the moon is enthralled with a wall

What can I do, if one of us is lying on the earth 
and the other is lost in the sky

 

4.

What can I do, lost as I am in the wind 
and lightning that surrounds you

What can I do, now that my tears 
are rising toward the sky

only to fall back 
into the sea again

What can I do, now that this page is wet 
now that this pen is empty

 

5.

What can I do, now that the sky 
has shut its iron door

and bolted clouds 
to the back of the moon

now that the wind 
has diverted the ocean's attention

now that a red meteor 
has plunged into the lake

now that I am awake 
now that you have closed the book

 

6.

Now that the sky is green 
and the air is red with rain

I never stood in 
the shadow of pyramids

I never walked from village to village 
in search of fragments

that had fallen to earth in another age 
What can I do, now that we have collided

on a cloudless night 
and sparks rise

from the bottom of a thousand lakes

 

7.

To some, the winter sky is a blue peach 
teeming with worms

and the clouds are growing thick 
with sour milk

What can I do, now that the fat black sea 
is seething

now that I have refused to return 
my borrowed dust to the butterflies

their wings full of yellow flour

 

8.

What can I do, I never believed happiness 
could be premeditated

What can I do, having argued with the obedient world 
that language will infiltrate its walls

What can I do, now that I have sent you 
a necklace of dead dried bees

and now that I want to 
be like the necklace

and turn flowers into red candles 
pouring from the sun

 

9.

What can I do, now that I have spent my life 
studying the physics of good-bye

every velocity and particle in all the waves 
undulating through the relapse of a moment's fission

now that I must surrender this violin 
to the sea's foaming black tongue

now that January is almost here 
and I have started celebrating a completely different life

 

10.

Now that the seven wonders of the night 
have been stolen by history

Now that the sky is lost and the stars 
have slipped into a book

Now that the moon is boiling 
like the blood where it swims

Now that there are no blossoms left 
to glue to the sky

What can I do, I who never invented 
anything

and who dreamed of you so much 
I was amazed to discover

the claw marks of those 
who preceded us across this burning floor