stray birds of summer

come to my window

to sing and fly away

yellow leaves of autumn

which have no songs

flutter and fall there with a sigh

o troupe of little wagrants of the world

leave your footprints in my words

the world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover

it becomes small as one song

as one kiss of the eternal

it is the tears of the earth that keep her smiles in bloom 

the mighty desert is burning

for the love of a blade of grass 

who shakes her head and laughs and flies away

let this be my last word

that i trust thy love