THE FLIGHT
 

On the hot, dry desert below
no water ran,
the ridges were not overgrown
for there was only sand.
The furrows did no pattern hold
but drifted evermore,
because the shifting dunes, I know
thus it was I erred.

For a brief moment,
for just a little while,
it seemed to me there were forests
with rivers flowing by.
Green was the landscape
and blue was the sky,
a cool breeze was blowing
and you, were at my side.

Slowly, the image faded,
gone was the view.
Desperately I struggled,
to hold on to you.

But life once more the master
precluded our success
and with a will of its own
returned us to our past.

HERBERT HOLZBAUER

© SPRING 1963
 
 
 

Midi Title: My Old Piano; composer: Jang, Soon Woon
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