Sea: "What are you taking about?"
Sky: "It's the eternal question."
Sea: "What's your answer?"
Sky: "It's the eternal silence."
Birds are flying low…
Sky: "I'll touch you, mighty Sea,
And thereby we start our
Wind-driven dance!"
In pouring rain
Stars are few---
Not sparkling but cold!
Gently speaks the Soul to us,
To point out what is suitable
For living
And what is not.
But who'd have thought these things
So converge, looking at our heart
This way or that, here, there...
How rare justice is these days,
When some must take the blame
For other's faults!
2018
