Winter Camped Under Various Stars

Come winter with your
Dry months of cold winds
I will take you in my room tonight
Lay you down where the Moon holds

Gray laurels and champagne for one
Graft your stony roots of granite
To my weary bones that sing
Of crystal towers, and eucalyptus trees

And frozen over rivers of marble piazzas
Let me watch the crowds and
Children with rosy cheeks
And that I’ve heard the lament of the land

So vast and so white, in the stillness
Of a silence that is the breath of night
Come winter, with your
Cascades of lovely snow, frozen councils
Basilicas of frothy twigs waiting for spring.

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I am the wind going out and not coming back

Earth flows away from the shores
where I am standing I can only see
mountain and stars, the sky as night
is growing smaller with a distant shine

I as the light, miss the trees and grasses
the various people who must bear
their distress swaying like a broken flag
I who was once terrified to be alive

can now rest in feeling the oceans
Earth’s children and long-stemmed flowers
will have to do their own thing without me
men were given the earth only once

and once they took her down for cities
when will the Earth be free of him, I cannot say
though I am not glad that man’s love is as bitter
as treacherous as stealing greed, mining ores

the profit of the weary mouths of mortals
Earth flows away from the minds
she was so perfect to you a circumstance
environments enduring, climates wandering

at twilight, like butterflies in the wind
dawn lived over apple and cherry trees
a cradle for the grain your ancestors ate
I as the light, do not miss the destruction

of man’s plight to control and seize wealth
cleanse me of this animal’s untrue songs
man was not taught by the earth to hunt himself
war taught him that and pitiful leadership.

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