A POEM FROM THE ALCHERINGA

Green leaves and flowers;
From measureless unbeing
You almost traveled
To the shores of day
A treacherous stone
Or foe unsuspected;
The tale goes untold.

Green leaves and flowers;
Do not rest easy!
Be of great heart
A hero high-headed
Among the unborn.
Find love, kinsman.

Green leaves and flowers
And sky-colored cloth
Echo of an unheard voice
Memory of an unseen face.