If you come to visit me You will find me behind the realm of naught Behind naught there is a place Where the veins of the air is full of dandelions Who bring the happy tidings of flowers blossoming At the farthest bush Over the sands also you can see the delicate Footsteps of the horseman who mounted the Anemone hill of ascension at morning Beyond the realm of naught the umbrella of Desire has been spread So that the breeze of thirst can run into the leave's root The siren of the rain resounds One is lonely here And in this loneliness the shade of an elm Stretches to eternity If you come to visit me Come gently and slowly lest the fragile china of my Solitude cracks.
