An indescribable sadness hung over
These shifting forms and structures.
The hopelessness of passing time
And the melancholy
Of unalterable past events.
Quiet over the hilltops now,
Woodland birdsong ceased.
Alone
beneath the sky I stand again.
Wait, weary one:
Soon, like these,
We may also cease.
These shifting forms and structures.
The hopelessness of passing time
And the melancholy
Of unalterable past events.
Quiet over the hilltops now,
Woodland birdsong ceased.
Alone
beneath the sky I stand again.
Wait, weary one:
Soon, like these,
We may also cease.