Eternity may well
Be only a river
Be a forgotten horse
And the cooing
Of a lost dove.

As for the man who distances
Himself from men, the wind comes
Telling him other things now
Opening his ears
And eyes to other things.

Today, I distanced myself from men,
And alone, in this gully,
I began to gaze at the river,
And saw a horse all alone,
And listened all lonely
To the cooing
Of a lost dove.

And the wind came close,
Like someone passing by,
And told me:
Eternity may well
Be only a river
Be a forgotten horse
And the cooing
Of a lost dove.