THE AZURE LAKE
Bright azure of the sun shining this morning
Glisten of the curlew swoop that breaks forth
Under its
own destiny
Weightless inactivity of its own soul
That spews forth its history of time
And its sorrowfulness adorns
my life
Bright song that is sung by him
At peace with a mind of woe
Breaks up the crystalline map
We are the guides of time immemorial
Attacking the crusts of yesterday
Blown down by a falter of the breath
