moonlight oak and the eternal rest  9/29/2002  



if there was a tree on the top of the hill

and the stars were shining over 

I would stay there until the sun rises

soemthing meaningless is what counts

in the silence

since when the old oak tree was cut down

whisper of the land was worn out

birds have been gone

and the stars torn my heart apart

as if they knew the episode of everything

things are so uneasy

nothing can't be carried out correctly

no sarcrifice..seems to be impossible

and ignorance of it

since the tree was spoiled

i lay on the stump 

warm in winter

cool in summer

Closed eyes with the sence of something coming through

to the destination

to the eternal rest