Where can I walk,
where can I look,
to find again the snows so pure,
then bury I can
these poems i wrote
and clear the ground once more,
for new poems to come to be.
For as I walked,
along the seashore today,
a rose I found lying,
dying
on the side walk,
I loved its petals
dappled with flakes of snow,
and I held it close to my heart,
and I knew without a doubt,
by the light of the reddened moon
and gently held in the arms of the dawn,
it will transform
into a poem
of beauty,
and that will happen
all in the "blink of an eye".
all in the "blink of an eye"
and it will last for eons.