Another Song

The dream came apart for good!

In the rain-swept afternoon
my heart discovers
the tragedy of autumn
raining from the trees.

And in the sweet sadness
of the dying landscape
my voices cracked.
The dream came apart for good.
For good!
Snow’s felling
on the barren field
of my life;
everywhere the dread
of freezing or getting lost.

How the water tells me
that the dream came apart for good!
Dream without end?
The mist says so,
and the mist is just
the snow’s respite.

My rhythm’s story is
that the dream came apart for good.
And in the misty afternoon
my heart discovers
the tragedy of autumn
raining from the trees.