Memories of North


For whom the spring blossoms

For whom the gods dance

For them its only annual routine

Master stroke of the ruling lord


Days of ride on a pony

n he speaks the equestrian dialect

keeps company of angels as backdrop

locked in mountains far north


echo in hills are part of ritual

to trigger massive cultural moves

n hence the caves are carved

n hence the walls sculpted


pristine precious crafts

kept enclosed in huts of mustang

radiate what stars want

song of stars

dance of gods