Let give thanks to a beloved wisdom
The sea in the seeds in our gardens
Let embrace words from the brains.
The law that officiates his piece is falling
Day by day
Like a bridge failing its lane.
Eyes said there would be wind
In weeds not of sands
And out of the cold and frosting storm.
Would there be rain in a barren sky?
Mouths said and boast hostly
About their cargoes,
Stadias... and flights.
Won't the mountain stop them
From bowing their shrouded shoulder?
Let there be Light in here.