Dancing in the meadows
Of joys find its fullness
To the sound of reed
Pipe and drum
Offering the dancer
A chance to remember
And allowing the
Seedling of oblivion
To bloom and on the
Mirrors of the eyes
Wished are painted
And the dreams are
Fermented like
Fermenting of sweet
Whishes after burning
Away of thorns and
Colocynth and after
The neighing of the
Horses of lighting
Wind and rain the
Luminous crystalline
Neighing for the
Dance within the
Orbits of joy when
The wheat stalk
Bloom and the
Trees turn green .
