Again at dusk, my bird into the forest slipped
For the vigilant owl leaving behind cozy nest
In the heart of cell to detain the roving crow
To agitate the meditating dove for a needless cry.
Deep down in the dense darkness of Light
My bird in that echo, a way finds
A drop at bay, the sea, end another
Even in mingle nay become the sea.
Hanging boughs and virgin fruits, too far
Like a wish indecent touching my heart
But that too wash’d like a mark on sand
For a man is man and God is God.