The Boat Of Silver Light
Sailing the boat of silver light, The moon-beauty is fast approaching me. The sky is vibrating with sweet and melodious songs. The birds are flying beyond the horizon To an unknown land. All my hopes are flying without any destination. Slowly my life’s evening sets in.
How Many Songs Have I Sung?
How many songs have I sung How many more have I still to sing here on earth? Within and without I have been searching for myself through my songs. With deep pangs my heart cries, My self-form is not visible yet. In the vast life-ocean I am floating all alone.
