102 Watching, Waiting
Spring rain sends regrets from winter's storms. New life, You have brought into this land. You suffer lonely parting death-throes. All things draw in the life-giving breath. Drunk on the faint, faint fragrance of flowers, You're yet heart-sore about the past. You keep watch over that summer's vow, waiting for fruits when flowers fall. In dreams I'm always going home to You. Your embrace in the sweet land. But I just see Your shape not Your return. A scent hidden in mournful sobs.
The fall wind blows down the blossoms in the heart. Wind-tossed petals fill up the sky. Sadness gleaned by the moaning wind scatters. A melancholy lingers on. In dreams I'm always going home to You. Your embrace in the sweet land. But I just see Your shape not Your return. A scent hidden in mournful sobs.
Wind-borne geese head home, bring news of winter. Who knows the day of Your return? You scan the distance, homesick to Your heart. Still, always, You are all alone.
from Follow the Lamb and Sing New Songs