or by a bird’s opinion the best height to see.
make me another kind of man
in strength and size,
of faith in want to be able,
I would listen in being brave.
a wall of cypress would peer into the sea of countless stars,
and some close enough to hear.
sullen and the soft colour,
other worldly life a man,
o’the earth and snow trees and river softly going.
in a stillness quiet,
my secrets well.
the stillness, colours of the trees in autumn
but will new light and the rain come here once again?
thinking of antique passions lost and died for once.
But a wanderer never has so far to go without a fear,
but with hope for the day and hour,