I Am Made Of Earth, And My

Like Them You Are Tall And Taciturn, And You Are Sad, All At Once, Like A Voyage.

Sometimes A Piece Of Sun Burned Like A Coin In My Hand.

We The Mortals Touch The Metals, The Wind, The Ocean Shores, The Stones, Knowing They Will Go On, Inert Or Burning, And I Was Discovering, Naming All The These Things: It Was My Destiny To Love And Say Goodbye.

Love Is Brief: Forgetting Lasts So Long.

Hour Of Nostalgia, Hour Of Happiness, Hour Of Solitude.