Deep starry night
wherefrom
you come and where your imortal eye
takes you
towards which eternity your silence floats
in my darkest hour
will you
kiss the lips of my soul
will you mirror my eye,
take me ride your neverending wing
here I lay
knee-high grass everywhere around me,
a salt bead, an eared black-pearl
listening to the autumn whisper
unseen
I cringe
where the northern wind kneels to sip
the fragrance
of the unborn
cherry flower