The ceaseless effort

Day after day, night after night
the play goes on.
The dusk and the dawn
they visit this broken window of my room.
and also this longing heart inside
lying there on the corner of that bed,
Alone.

The sunlight pure, limpid, yellow
it dances, it burns
I want to talk to it
touch it
feel it every where in my soul.
But when i reach out, it slips away
in the evening darkness.

There seems no end to this longing.
I am lost
in this incessant play.
I am lost
in this night and the day.
I am lost 
in this ceaseless effort
I make every day.