I have waited an evening And a night before dipping My finger into your little pool Of goodbyes, gone by and by.

Now it is miraculous morning again. Hello Brother Sun! Will you walk With me to the creek, your hand In mine, to watch water shimmering With time, become time rustling Over smooth quartz pebbles?

As for you, little goodbye bird, We will meet often. My dream Train rattling by at a distance, Hooting at yours in the night Will do it. Round eyed clocks With large bells, here and there,

Tolling the hours will do it. Even Brother Sun rubbing His winter cold hands together - You held one, I now hold The other - will do it.