Hase
Autorin
In the dunes
Mild-green stems of grass
bend softly with the wind,
against a cloudy sky
of pale blue and grey.
Drift sand lies
and flies
in hills of silk;
they have eyes to see
this humility,
and ears to hear
the nearby sea.
And I, and you
are as elves
entering a realm
of perfect,
smiling silence.
Mild-green stems of grass
bend softly with the wind,
against a cloudy sky
of pale blue and grey.
Drift sand lies
and flies
in hills of silk;
they have eyes to see
this humility,
and ears to hear
the nearby sea.
And I, and you
are as elves
entering a realm
of perfect,
smiling silence.