A last song for breytie

on the way into nothing
always his song

the trees bend in the forest
the stars wave to the waning crescent moon

he is beautiful tonight
with a halo

swallow the wound in your throats

on the way into nothing
always their song

poets of Mohenjo-daro
their work is long gone
but still it remains
a nest for the world

the Kurchi trees are in bloom at Visva-Bharati
the rare geometric tortoises are safe in Wellington

Sutterland
Père-Lachaise
Botterkloof
Shantiniketan

the mighty Ganges
the green earth
remains a heritage

your evening stars have passed through light
and found the mornings again
here in my little courtyard
where I feed stray cats
and around me
yellow are the lemons
when the swallows return
on a beautiful morning in spring

at a deep Bhubaneswar well
I found again
an ever-free
green breyten tree