I do not ask for waves They appear on their own and leave me They possibly feel As lonesome as I do And would not show it Constant noise is more silence than sound Over distant lapping, that clots deep underneath us My Eyes are like the sky – A bit white in lots of blue Motionless Of so much impression Somewhere by the shadows of endlessness And my ears become deaf And water trickles gently Into the desert sand And I still cannot see Why my ears keep deaf
