Directing The Scene
This night river breaks the grasses.
I touch air enough to hear
children in the fragrances,
in
the river-wind
woods
holding seige,
their voices fire against the trees.
The children become a music.
The river is a darker music.
I touch air enough to hear
children in the fragrances,
in
the river-wind
woods
holding seige,
their voices fire against the trees.
The children become a music.
The river is a darker music.
I thrust my hand in it
it
bends
everything together.
everything together.
I thrust my hand in it
it
bends
everything together.
everything together.