Asia Two

It's quiet here now, after fifty years of greed, smooth as stone, can still see the cave, where praise be, I hope to be saved, my body under snow, back in the country, when it starts to blow, give me this place, where there is serenity, even on feast days, geese with barren tones, set the air to freeze, right on my shoulder, they honk on their way, late for the season, I'm just the same, in the blue dawn, stripped like the trees, in my hands a rose, the old loving need.