i dream away.

These are the rocks hidden below water in your love feasts,

While they feast with you, shepherds that feed themselves without fear,

Waterless clouds carried this way and that by winds,

Trees in late autumn, but fruitless,

Having died twice,

Having been uprooted,

Wild waves of the sea that foam up their own causes for shame,

Stars with no set course,

For which the blackness of darkness stands reserved forever.

Photos from here.