The sun awakens to a land of sea and mountains touching clouds in grey-ribboned trails of journey sky-sailing in breaths of air and silver-pale moon's draw, wish in a field of blue where airy-winged children play it drifts over the globe's edge, sinking to blue infinite-waved water waves rippling tiny paths onward in their sightless journey never ceasing nor turning; my soul is unlike sea or sun its natural course lies faraway. Lands of tea and still winter leaves like silent pictures my eyes gaze like moonlit globes, longing for this journey the leaves here blow and wave like spirit horsemen, or flying invisible, air churned restless by a song it sprinkles dust in ancient temples, tan-walled clay with expectand altars and wings in the clear sun-dazzling heavens, windstreams past wandering lonely clouds this winterwarm yellow maize land lies too far distant! it cries to human ears, hearts pulled and tugged for tears by Time's unrelenting deep-watered voice north and south its voices call, I lay here ineffectual tears incorporeal flowing in time to heartbeat and wind's impatient rustling lonely hilltips and hilltips, autumn leaf-scent drifts drowsy like spiced pie a distant call over wind-brushed hilltops, my spirit flies eagle-like, straight-eyed as my eyes and body remain unwilling behind still watching distant hilltops, until space and sky draw together to one until my soul dissolves into itself, and warmth shared in one set of eyes, hers brown hair long-brown two words merge, understand, touch with fingers of light and warmth.