Every nearness is so far away
and loses itself in shapeless silence
- a prayer without wings
And we drink the holy wine
and stain winter's serenades
- that sound into the still of a dreaming world
III SunsethEvery nearness is so far away and loses itself in shapeless silence - a prayer without wings And we drink the holy wine and stain winter's serenades - that sound into the still of a dreaming world |