Still I am looking
at the path, from where you...
You failed me.
O god, your shadow one day...
Will mediation
work? I don't know...
Saltante, tumblante, cirklante,
eteroj molbrilante en la matenlumo...
Keep your persona
blessed. I miss you...
Like holocaust,
rolling moon brings...
Although late at night
I don't mind the commotion...
Stitch your eyes
before you see the slit...
Cicadas thrum,
their golden net a hammock for memories of summer...
All night you were
talking to moon in dance...
An old rocking chair
Creaking on the sunlit porch...
Again a forest
walks, wounded and broke...