ryokan
08-02-2003, 07:09 PM
And now upon the barren shore,
your footprints lead away.
I look where there is no horizon
Stunned by silence. None will
stay.
Where once embraces fulsome
wide,
Did play upon the strand so
clear,
There - is only rising tide,
Swirling sand - nothing dear.
Long days agone; longer nights,
I waited patient, pilgrim-bright.
Woven reeds and florid sight
Became my solace, single
right.
The years have flown.
They've taken dreams.
I'm left here, only words alone,
And desires most; oft' not what seems.
The silence is gentle, at last.
The dream has come to pass....
Nothing left but this:
Reed woven ring and bliss.
your footprints lead away.
I look where there is no horizon
Stunned by silence. None will
stay.
Where once embraces fulsome
wide,
Did play upon the strand so
clear,
There - is only rising tide,
Swirling sand - nothing dear.
Long days agone; longer nights,
I waited patient, pilgrim-bright.
Woven reeds and florid sight
Became my solace, single
right.
The years have flown.
They've taken dreams.
I'm left here, only words alone,
And desires most; oft' not what seems.
The silence is gentle, at last.
The dream has come to pass....
Nothing left but this:
Reed woven ring and bliss.