Wave of Heaven

Wave of heaven
Ineffable song of fire
You, the edge of the precipice
Sea of return
You, the tree of silence
Under your shade I traveled
I traveled and I was jealous
Of the rain's aroma
You tell me—you'll come, and yet you're always late
My thirst and earth
Is the fountainhead of heaven
What strange escape exalts again in your eyes?
You are a wind that flies away
And you scatter my soul

—Kostas Fasoulas (Κώστας Φασουλάς)