And quiet flows the dawn.
Amongst the dormant draft of shadow,
I throw the ocean from my dense writs,
To your eyes of fuming waves.
The shattered moments deep
Into the lustre of light…
At last, the hour of farewell cometh.
The singing bird on my heart
Starts its eternal silence.
And the unfold pages discloses itself
On my heart.
But with the thousand words of
Night, dew and sky,
I have nothing to tell.