Deep into that darkness unhurried
I crave the splendid,
silent call
somewhat louder than
the owl's descending
back into my memories repeating
I threw its ghost against
the moments

When I thought of the memories

Take the murmuring from
out my heart
back into my memories recalling
My passion is the silent longing
On that day my soul grew happy

Once sat engaged and storing
the stairway reached the
true sublime

When I thought of the memories