ON THE BALCONY -Front of the somber mountains,a faint, lost ribbon of rainbow, between us and the thunder; down below in the green meadows,are the weeping willows. You are near to me, and through the scent of the balcony's naked timber distinguish the scent of your hair so now the limber Lightning falls from heaven. Looking down, it's the pale, green glacier floating down the gentle river bed. The thunder roars though still we have each other! The flashes of lightning in the heavens whither as the clouds drift away.
