poem by ls

This poem is not written by me but by a very dear friend of mine.
It is a great honour for me being allowed to translate and to publish it here and I hope I got everything right about intentions, meanings, rhymes, pictures and, of course, language.
It is great in the way how it transports delicate and complex feelings in such short and simple words and verses while still being mysterious and puzzling.
No more talks, let the poem speak for itself:

Alone, I walk through the woods

while only my steps make sounds

Hot and burning, I can feel him.

Hear silent my heart's beating.

Barefoot, I sense every leave.

Only dew the feet can relieve.

My face in his hand.

Time's running away like sand.

Alone in the woods, without a tree,

I can feel the thorns around me.

He is passing away,

Time has gone astray.

So I lay, just here.

He is with me, so near.

And yet so far -

A lonely spot, my heart.