Nomad Nocturne To itself--refuses sky, refuses to stay-- This prayer of mine murmurs, knows Wind and when to wander, when to cross The path you wander--it marks you From above: speck between oceans But no fine crust of salt on your hair-- No delicate scar tissue badges From sandspit across your hands, No, your path shines greenly, Takes light and turns it toward night (the walking goes like this, goes astray) and this prayer knows night like itself-- this prayer being the night, this prayer traveling alone within you.
Nomad Nocturne.
Rzieznek, F. Daniel
Nomad Nocturne To itself--refuses sky, refuses to stay-- This prayer of mine murmurs, knows Wind and when to wander, when to cross The path you wander--it marks you From above: speck between oceans But no fine crust of salt on your hair-- No delicate scar tissue badges From sandspit across your hands, No, your path shines greenly, Takes light and turns it toward night (the walking goes like this, goes astray) and this prayer knows night like itself-- this prayer being the night, this prayer traveling alone within you.