emptiness entered :: before my heart could age :: an orphan in immortal white rain

sound of the stream :: i have emptied my life :: and found what the heart embraces

unwinding what i know draws the sun west :: renewing the mystery holds me here

next to my skin :: and while you are speaking :: neither words nor the wine-colored iris

after long rain :: the house will burn down :: i have grown too deep to drown

rattle of moonlight :: a fire goes out :: the last of my stars awaken

shadow and light falling into place :: i wander as far as i breathe

the daily path :: i find my way :: a sun that never rises

my songs slow down :: a hawk crosses the sky :: where in death have you hidden

night collects in mist and wet branches :: whispers of those who are restless

it's like knowing when all things will end :: to see a moon that can't be seen

rain alone :: there has never been :: rain on morning skin

take your course :: flow free :: as all other poverties released from the sea

the daily path :: borrowed phrases :: today no one exposed

windows never opened :: to countryside or creature :: whose hands mold your face

only in being lived :: was spring danced late :: have the hands of the sower gone to rest

the walk i take produces nothing :: clouds swelling to an unknown end

we come to a fence that :: divides the moon :: in moonlight waiting for harvest

has death not chosen to be a flower :: there is no sign of the light by which i see

full of the useless :: yet i pull a few weeds :: study knots in the lives of trees

branch broken :: but does not fall :: poverty of spring overcomes my all

i can almost see what people say :: where poetry was :: ranked mountains have appeared

how near what i can never see :: understandings set adrift :: wild geese sent in reply