Eye of the shadow: Summers a physical domain;
Winters the silence; Autumns a blanketing of rain;
Springs by the comet, greening a galaxy light-wise;
Eye of the shadow: Weathers a hollowing of eyes ...
Driftwood on a foreign shore ...

Time after time, chasing the shadow,
Watching it fly through the open door ...
Line after line springs by the comet:
Cast into space, who could ask for more?