The Meadow - The 3rd and the Mortal

In a meadow I have vanished

Between oaks and daisies

And the old and beloved grasshoppers

Sounds that embrace me

The wind chases the fragrance of morning

My days of obey

I breathe in the book all I’ll ever be:

Out, floating, touching the yellow blood-flowers

To the beat of my, of my whisper

Shall I ever rise above

Make a detachment

So that the tweaks crack and the growing stocks

Get bowled up by the ruins?

The strength, the strength of this moment

Is like morning dew, morning dew

Drops that filled green veins like crystal-clear blood

And I wait all day who slept

In the meadow tonight

This cold night