I wait you...
With yearning wishes, across the years,
throughout all time.
The waterfall roars, torn to shreds,
And shade from the mountains envelops the valley mist filled.
I go forth, and into the mist,
I can't move the stony hills...
There all the hazel bushes
Are drenched in morning dew.
I listen to morning, intent, like a child to verse.
There on the meadows feed the horses,
The bee to the thistle humming flies-
And here within my palm, your face,
Like my whole universe, quietly shines.