DRY LEAF

Through the fence, through times endless face,

Not long ago but seven decades,

i soul searching i mornings,

Witnessed i leaf crawling between shadows and guesses,

Earth calling, sky singing in echoes of thunder,

Dry leaf;

You return i to the space of misty airs,

Scortching i scars with words of herbs,

Melting i voidberg with sights of bright dusk,



Dry leaf;

To whom that named i shame,

Hatched wings that carry i through lifes springs,

That you see i as saint even when i cloth sin,

Perhaps yesterdays sun bore i leaf,



Dry leaf;

i song forever i pleasure,

that if by chance you fall off the tree,

i hands waiting,

i world you own,

As we continue another life together.