17.
Darkness plunders the bright crescent.
The thousand
eyes of the sky are covered
and dream
is green in the wisdom of trees.
Crickets
play their sorrow
and clouds burst into tears.
18.
The
garden is full of scars.
and
windows are
closed.
Ignorance is dancing in the dark.
and blind wisdom
is seeking
light.
Hug the moment
in the
mourning of love
cause hands
will putrefy.
19.
I am a cage bird
whose hope of deliverance
has gone with
the wind.
Now I am used
to my cage.
20.
I am not going
to be a kite
in hands of the wind.
I have a thirst that oceans can not fulfill.
Without love
light is darkness.
I will love as long as I
live.
