Where did the double-edged day that had changed everything
Won’t there be a navigable river for us?
Won’t there be a sky dripping the morning dew
for the soul that the lotus benumbed and nourished?
On the stone of patience we long for the miracle
that opens the heavens and everything becomes possible
we long for the angel as in the ancient drama
when the open roses of twilight
vanish…scarlet rose of the wind and fate
you remained only in memory, a heavy rhythm
rose of the night you passed purple undulation
of the undulating sea…The world is simple.