WHAT glory if it falls
from clouds or
from amongst trees?
The sky — immortal
leaf!
is where
i left my romantic heart
breathing hushingly
sweet words of life!
o’ burning point of sun
caressing wind
i am entitled to think
i gave you a flower
when we loved
the far-departed
sweet hunger of life
And stars and moons!
the many things and
which die — my steps
to seek your heart
are gentle words
and fair lady i am
the music within you
the dreams of life
we continue to live
again and then again!
:: 10042015 ::