vague, but forgiving,
lilies in the valley.
of dreams i cannot
do such,
of sleep
i am eternal.
clouds pass over the
lavender sky,
noise in the field,
a golden silhouette
of a time passed away.
perk your ears,
o sycamores,
raise up your stiffness
and cold, wintry leaves
to touch tranquility.
dusk falls
and the ponds lay empty,
the trough of a god
does not yet satisfy.
vague, but forgiving
lilies in the valley.














