Be

Standing silent, in the twilight,

By the path where lovers linger,

Here among the fragrant cedars,

Hear the river insects murmur;

See the fading sky reflected,

On the rippling, blue-gray waters;

           

Weave the quiet, dark sensations,

In and out of … who? Who am I?

Can I see me? Can I be me?

Standing silent in the twilight.