Minulle niin rakas
Tending Too Much Magic, Tao
s. 2.2.1998 - k. 9.11.2007

He was
my North, my South
my East and West
My working week
and my Sunday rest
My noon, my midnight…
My talk, my song.

I thought that love would last forever
- I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted any more
- put out every one!
Pack up the moon
and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean
and sweep up the woods.

For nothing
now can ever come
to any good.

(W.H. Auden)