My friend from above

Between those clouds

We stand and watch

Our mind is greeting us

Bubbles of a clear day

And the green plateu of anger

A field, not a rice field

We stand under the leaves of a tree

The river is floating under our feet

The birds chirp and the butterflies

Are searching

No clouds in the sky

The face of a friend is written into blue of the sky

Worship of the omnipotent sun (I dream)

A dive into the mirage

Straight-angled death

That instigates the air to reduce

The stench of my heart dies

I bury it in my selfishness

The pain of not knowing - a tense waiting

A raging fear - when the truth is near

Who is a friend? The question of my life

Under the leaven tree - we wait for the answer