I with nothing
but the luggage of hope
and moonbeams
inside my hands

Must hound on,
until my love’s lonesome land
harbours the heels
of your heart.

I’m not like
a summer cloud
that’s white and shiny
adorning the treadless sky

I’ve been stolen
by a certain darkness
because you pass me
with sleeping eyes.

I must hound on,
before the season departs
and leaves a desert
on my field,
I must hound on

Until my soil blends
with the roots of your heart,
sumptuous the
blossoms upon
our evergreen twigs.