The mighty desert is burning for the love ofa bladeof grass who
shakes her head and laughs and flies away.
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.
The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing
water. Will you carry the burden of their lameness?
Her wishful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
Once we dreamt that we were strangers.
We wake up to find that wewere dear to each other.
Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among
the silent trees.
Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart
the music of the ripples.
What language is thine, O sea?
The language of eternal question.