Stream brought words
And Stream brought meanings
Through its aether were seen all beings
Beauty revealed as cruelty
Core of grief as death of desire

Stream flow in depth unmatched
Crossed a statue with no hearing
March came colder than invited
Crossed a realm of two endings
Stream to a sea had started turning

The first spring gliding
Through the woods of velvet
Wanderer still
And the road moving

The second spring falling
Down the rough face of the gorge
Ropes of hope
Cut and uncut

The third spring diving
Into the veins of the mountains
Cold pressure - suction
Here to nowhere

The Darkness plain and fertile
A breeze flame-scented and warm
Would set a forceful glow

Sparks from the anvil
As high as a throne
Hammers from heights
Brows with a crown

A bow from fire to another
A season of raging decay
The gates of oblivion
At the moments of grace

The edge of a forest went shallow in twilight
The edge of a blade drew a line with a clue
The edge of a cliff to sharp for crossing
The edge of the world still unknown to few

Deep in layers unwarm drifting
Lower in depths still descending
On wide billows slowly floating
In colder streams smoothly drifting

Beauty unleashed
Light wind flowing
Heard Silence

A dance to abyss would soon follow
Once another would soon swallow
Darkness as the light most silent
Silence as the darkest of voices

From Silence and anything
To Silence and nothing
Is the path of final solitude