To breathe in, to sing , to long
Have you seen dark, fresh as winter melon? Arranged inside the water, sand and stones And the seaweeds rhythmically When breeze filters in through the cloud Moist with moments of shower And the distant dark, impregnated In the solitude of green land Whispers from inside Fragrance flowing from and outside Preparing? And miles after miles As calm as soul of dark ocean See the mirror melting and shivering? Have you seen not yet… The old man going inside The child spread out with branches His eyes astonished and erupt in green And the seaweeds rhythmically Like a song sometimes Forgets and sings the tension merrily And sometimes like horses, black and white Nearer to the galloping cold wind Do you want to know thus dark? How they play inside the solid dream?