Every night I open my poetic window-book
Retired upon subdued lime trees
Pondering over me and you to fail again

Untimely sympathy for shallow layers
It puzzles temptress, starry-eyed
Will o' the wisp, exiled jester-daffodil

I am an elegiac herdsman lost
within a woodpecker's stanza

Day by day I try to sow
Nothingness calls my name
Mankind - too blind

Yonder thy primrose path
And my shuddered face yellows with age
O Venus-train, goodbye

Wayward play of gradual shades
Arclets fret over dogmas
(I long for) lavender-rivers
Clad in lavender blue

"Diversity is a motive wheel of life
and knowledge doesn't forge ahead
While you curse your private mistakes
Do you really want to die alone?"

Lullabies in scourging deserts
searching for a windswept dawn
Fettered hawks on barren fells
There are no hiding places

An opaque tangle of unbearable echoes
determines the soliloquies shining faintly
through dim corridors

No one can tell what I have felt
What I will feelwhere I might go
For life has touched my promise path
thy shuddered facelet