Here I Hear a Footstep

Here I hear a footstep, Its voice is grey and soft: Is it that of a forgotten ghost ? So, a rain-drop drops, .... Yes, one, two, three.

Up in the sky there is a cloud, Its sight is old as Earth : Who says it is the passing soul ? At my feet I see a falling leaf, And the cloud is gone.

After the night wind blows My soul follows to seek Rest : Is the wind my mother lost ? Under the robe of darkness and love My heart throbs happily with bliss.