Nowhere to go

We stand in the middle of barren lands
Sky revolving above us
We have got nowhere to go
We are waiting for the wind
to give us our freedom
to nudge us ahead of the sky

We sit under a tree in endless forests
Sky revolving above us
We have got nowhere to go
We are waiting for the leaves to fall
to bring to us the seasons
to say to us how far we have come

We lie on a bench in a wooden house
Sky revolving above us
We have got nowhere to go
We are waiting for the sky to stop
to come with us to a rest
to close our eyes and fall to our feet

Shringi
03 May 2015

Painting: Archeological Reminiscence of Millet's "Angelus", 1933 by Dali