Teshuvah of boys, of trees, of summer.

Torus, silent light Thunder-borne, takes flight Stars to whispers fade In sleep’s white charadei Universe, unsaid, made Return, once more return To sleep, to sun’s discern To lands where memories wave Words, oscillate Like truths they state Constellations in air Matter spun, so rare Magic, silent, everywhere Return, once more return To sleep, where shadows […]