Here willows are leaning laughter

Over hazy water,

When the warm wind

Runs his fingers through their hair.

Faintly I feel the sun-soaked fields

Breathing the waves of life

Across the lake, and effortless now

Comes the slow droning of locusts

Through the heavy silences of the grove of pines.

By the dropping of an eyelid I could go

Slip, slipping into nothingness of sleep.