Under the azure sky
In the garden of God's care
Frail and weak
Intentions
Find warm hands...
Let's have a rest, beloved, the violin clef,
Watch - here silky clouds dancing, loose white notes along blue
Strings - playing themselves or high moon itself plays them softly
Indiscernible
Days figuring out themselves
In each other's reverie;
Running, spinning, flowing
Fidelity of the rhythm
Or almost...