way on the hill
lay a vagabond

cradled by the light
the stars cry in the night

steady are the motions
ready to wind wisdom

the air is shaking
the mind's mold awakening

rivers shape his heart
a quiver peels apart  

bled of a past sorrow
the sun will bring tomorrow

shed ego blows away
fed flower blooms today

mended wounds soon decay
the hill is gone
but still remains