Gorge

Oh the homeless, the permanence

And the voyager -

Splashed in the raging stream,

Where do you hide?

The loud screaming wind -

Be Gentle,

Summoning whom 

In this lonely infinite?

Oh the brimful river,

Trembling impatience,

Clouding the banks!

The dormant little drops

Thunder the sky aloud -

They are sparkling 

Gorgeous blue!

The homeless, the permanence 

Nor the voyager,

Neither there are, 

Stars in the nightly black!