Panacea

You'll see
the leaves in the air can unsettle
shapes that seek each other
but in calmness the night will shine
maybe

To learn
that the soul is a stone somewhere
and a thousand times the flowers fade
they bloom again just because
Not

Ah, what will become of you
you don't try to be happy like this
despairing there as it falls
if everything comes together again

In the sea
where the waters are no longer mist
Where the foam is always a mirror
or in the wind that travels endlessly
and returns