Agonizing dreamforms whizzing around
giggling, laughing, scoffing they darken the plain
which spread so very flat
rounded in long remoteness
by black sky-high mountains
that sent their stony flood
down into solitude.
Sometimes the sound of a falling stone from afar
flashes through the cold air.
No wind, no brightnesshope, no warmthliving
Where the golden fog dissolves.
Delight's-brightness in the lucid glen
which meanders in light bends, waves and loops
escorted by a river
His clear water irridiates the many coloured rocks
so that this peaceful land seems full of lifemirrors
No deadsilence, no emptiness despair,
no darknessliving
Where the golden fog dissolves