Keeping watch, I lay astride,
Staring, gazing afar distant the eyes can reach;
The soul longing to touch the dewdrops in the horizon before the earth clings;
The rain tearing through died;
The sun sedated and drowned;
Boring through the flesh, the warmth of the breath of dusk,
Failing in wait to plow for the willow tree cradling the songs of the morning humming birds asinging.
