On the ground -
The tears of the wind
Dissolve above the ripening tombs
Like some Babillonian gardens
Staring at an invisible sin.
In the sky-
Atrophied and overcried wings,
Try to deny
The wrongful calling of yesterday
At least three times ;
All thirsty of dreaming,
All hungry of bonding,
And crossing the line
into forbidden orchards.
The only proof for the dawn
Is in the horizon.
