The heart can think of no devotion Greater than being shore to the ocean- Holding the curve of one position, Counting an endless repetition.

I sit at my window gazing The world passes by, nods to me And is gone.

To the birds you gave songs, the birds gave you songs in return. You gave me only a voice, yet asked for more, thus I sing.

Some day I shall sing to thee in the sunrise of some other world, I have seen thee before in the light of the earth, in the love of man.

The same stream of life that runs through the world runs through my veins night and day.

Clouds come floating into my life from other days no longer to shed rain or usher storm but to give colour to my sunset sky.