Can't trace this conversation --

Words fragment and fall

Into blue shadows by a white-baked wall.

Through shimmering spaces a single thrush calls --

A song when it's over is no song at all



And you know I long to feel that sail

Leaping in the wind

And i long to see what lies beyond that rim

Oh, ever-new lover and friend

Sing me that love song again.



Time measured in summersaults

And flickering kids' play --

Cross-world and southward it's a fine summer day

Translucent life-span evaporates away

To bead on the cool grass in a cyclic ballet