Asha Two

It's quiet here now, after fifty years of need, heart smooth as stone, still as the cave, where praise be, I hope to be saved, my body with the snow, back in my country, when it starts to blow, give me this place, I’ll take serenity, especially on feast days, geese with barren tones, hang the air to freeze, above my right shoulder, they see me sway, the light of the season, I'm still on the rails, in the blue dawn, stripped down like a tree, in my hands a rose, the old loving fancy.