The sweet emotions running in its veins
The salty breath has enough of sorrow before its death
Tasted by the time
Standing at the comer
All painless insuits heaped upon him
Exiled from all dead and gone
To cry all the loneliness and pain
No passion to escape the fearful shape of its own
From the cracks of the glass
From the ancient faces of the rain beaten stones
Before it is well finished.
Your life overflows without any ambitious pain
To choose whatever shape you desire
Flexible in its own merit of happiness
The empty sea-shell jumping out
From the inherited giory of the obscure dark sea
The arms and fingers spreading wide
Just to embrace nothing
Nothing but stillness can remain
When the heart is full of its own aweetness
You turn away and shut the doore
I wonder when I see
How many times you have proved my worthlessness