Follow the echo
of the whispering moon,
turn away from dawn
but never leave the dusk.
To rewind the clock, first, consult
the eyelid at noon times.
Press three daisies into the ground,
submarine ascent and descent are futile.
Below, the horizon without direction:
Merge into the waves,
where puddles dream of oceans.
Count grains of wind,
yet they're forever in unison.