THESE PAPERBOATS OF MINE ARE MEANT TO DANCE ON THE RIPPLES OF HOURS
AND NOT TO REACH ANY DESTINATION.
WHILE THE ROSE SAID TO THE SUN, "I SHALL EVER REMEMBER THEE," HER PETALS FELL TO THE DUST.
WHILE GOD WAITS FOR HIS TEMPLE TO BE BUILT OF LOVE,
MEN BRING STONES.
THE GREED FOR FRUIT MISSES THE FLOWER.
I LEAVE NO TRACE OF WINGS IN THE AIR, BUT I AM GLAD I HAVE HAD MY FLIGHT.
THE LAMP WAITS THROUGH THE LONG DAY OF NEGLECT
FOR THE FLAME'S KISS AT NIGHT.
"LET ME LIGHT MY LAMP," SAYS THE STAR
"AND NEVER DEBATE IF IT HELP TO REMOVE THE DARKNESS."
LET THE EVENING FORGIVE THE MISTAKES OF THE DAY
AND THUS WIN PEACE FOR ITSELF,
GOD IN HIS TEMPLE OF STARS WAITS FOR MAN TO BRING HIM HIS LAMP.
FEATHERS IN THE DUST LYING LAZILY CONTENT
HAVE FORGOTTEN THEIR SKY.
