I am going to spend my last eternity
with the wild horses.
Up in the high mountains where
the sea is only a dream of clouds.
I am going there to speak no more
like a monk in a blue grotto
and water drops slumbering
on fern leaves.
Wild horses that run away
from the horizon to heaven.
from heaven to my shadow
grazing in the wind-kissed grass.
(1996)
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