A wide blanket of snow,
Stretched out like curtain of silk.
With no stitch line or edges
What hands wrought this marvellous work?
A wide sparse of land
Gorgeously adorned with balls of fire,
And dashing sparkle of jewels,
Like a bride being led to her groom
Always the same viewed from
North, South, East or West.
A virgin unravished by man
A chaste land that belongeth to no man
A sweeping canopy seemingly supported by the hills
Thy gates shielded by their smoke
A palace fit only for the greatest king
The moon glorifying his presence
The stars rending obeisance
The crickets and the creeds lending their music at night
Thy beauty teases us
For you remained out of reach
Like the promise of the second coming
Oh that thou were my home!
Oh that I had wings like a dove!
I would hasten my escape from here below.
Unfold my wings,
Spread them and bid the wind to carry me.
Then I would fly away, away to thee.
And be at rest
And the troubles of this world,
Dissolve and forgotten.