When the Heaven Cry

Murky sky, dusty breeze and muddy Earth! Crying heaven, sticky soil, the fall rain! After summer, before winter at dusk, When the grey old twigs bow for aging husk Soaring eagle and messenger pigeon Surrender to tears with their wings afraid. The wood so thick and bare, the sky unbound; Height lover and home lover chose to stop Cloud wanderer meets the chimney cleaner Not so near to feel, not far to ignore Talk not to see and move near not to talk Both dripping, both waiting with those heads down. When the heaven cry! When the heaven cry! Home is wild! Wild is home! Till the tears dry.