1
Her wistful face haunts my dreams
like the rain at night.
2
Once we dreamt we were
strangers.
We wake up to find that we were
dear to each other.
3
Sorrow is hushed into peace in
my heart like the evening among the
silent trees.
4
Some unseen fingers, like an idle
breeze, are playing upon my heart the
music of the ripples.
5
“What language is thine,O sea?”
“The language of eternal question.”
“What language is thy answer,O sky?”
“The language of eternal silence.”
6
The mystery of creation is like the
darkness of night___it is great.
Delusions of knowledge are like the fog
of the morning.
7
Do not seat your love upon a
precipice because it is high.
