Below the waves strike
Wildly against the rocks
Above, lie the seven serene skies
And the million little stars
...
Unstoppable are the
Sandstorms of swirling browns and grays
Weaving shades unknown
Into tapestries unraveling slowly
...
On countless nights
I lie still
And dream
That stirring dream again
...
I cannot tell you
Of the emerald green lands,
Of the enchanting sea of silver blue,
Nor of the amber gold sands
...
I feel
Like the last piece
Of molded iron
Holding the limb
...