Open the door,
I hear his footstep
Open the door,
Only blue sky
Where a feather of cloud twists
Into emptiness.
My eyes, my heart
Turn into coral
As I wait.
Nowhere to hide
When the doors blew open,
Nowhere to lay his head
In wind and rain,
Darling, for every road
Shines with blood
And the night weeps
Empty tears
As God sleeps.
1918
