It bitters

just before the sunrise find its dew

and after the dew have been sipped

(Could anyway never heal the nights

therein the hours stretched into dawn

while flames searched hard for the Light)

Life searched to (leave me)

meanwhile Sun silently extinguished the mists

by the still and calm mountain ash by the creek

Life will (love me)

in certainity,

in the violets waving forestshadows

TO THE FRAGMENTS OF TRUTH