no crying stone today no crying cloud, no crying trees - the bright fresh wind dried up the water-springs the naked emptiness knows no limits before God - the spreading space void at the core where lie all the pains busy vans along the road once upon a time I drove there with her, going home once upon a time it was real, the song now I strive for silence the knocking at the heart like a caller at the door breathing is all I am fornext poem