> tolling bell awakens
the dreamer and the dreamed
echoes duly taking care
of my sleeping child
morning dew still glitters
on rosebuds tightly closed
sun as yet is waiting for
the birthing of a day
in old walls and shadowed halls
we're still stuffling gold
listen to all tolling bells
should let us learn to go
morning dew still glitters
on rosebuds tightly closed
sun as yet is waiting for
birthing of a day