DWAVES
&hefolkwholiveupinthecloudse—
“Weplayfromthetimewewaketillthedayends。
&hthegoldehthesilvermoon。”
Iask,“But,howamItogetuptoyou?”
Theyanswer,“etotheedgeoftheearth,liftupyourhandstothesky,andyouintotheclouds。”
“Mymotheriswaitihome,”Isay。“HowIleaveherande?”
&heysmileandfloata>
ButIkhanthat,mother。
Ishallbethedyouthemoon。
Ishallcoveryouwithbothmyhands,andourhouse-topwillbethebluesky。
Thefolkwholiveinthewavese—
“Wesingfrtillnight;onaravelandknoepass。”
Iask,“But,howamItojoinyou?”
&ellme,“etotheedgeoftheshoreandstandwithyhtshut,andyouwillbecarriedoutuponthe>
Isay,“Mymotheralwayswahomeintheevening—howIleaveherandgo?”
&heysmile,dandpassby。
ButIkergamethanthat。
Iwillbethewavesandyouwillbeastrangeshore。
Ishallrollonandonandon,andbreakuponyourlapwithlaughter。
Ahewhere