I wonder
how heaven stretched
its white wings
from all the winters,
all the summer blossoms,
all the jasmines, and cotton fields,
all the doves with puffed up chests,
all the proud-hearted necks.
to the swan lake
of your songs!
:: ::
I wonder
how firmament was charmed
out of these earthly boxes
like the swan neck,
intoxicated like vines
curling and climbing up
the theurgic pungi flute
of
your words.
