Blue Meadow

Blue Meadow

When you set out toward the northern side
and pause somewhere nearby,
where the sunlit gates meet the earth,
look for a distant meadow—
blue, just as it appears in my dream.

It will be a meadow where sunflowers grow,
those most beautiful hidden paths
sent by heavenly angels.

It will be a wide and open meadow
where the loveliest dreams are lulled to sleep,
and the birds of heaven stand watch
so that no one may steal them away.

There is only one such meadow,
blue, timeless, with a sky full of stars,
where silence is dreamed
and the secret is kept into infinity.

My blue meadow, where a wise
silence sleeps,
hides all the secrets of life
in a single night, in a single dream.

The Blue Meadow

When you journey toward the northern side
and pause somewhere near,
where the sunlit gates descend
and touch the earth,
seek out a distant meadow—
blue, as it lives within my dream.

It will be a meadow where sunflowers rise,
those fairest hidden pathways
sent forth by angels of the heavens.

It will be a vast and open meadow,
where the most beautiful dreams
are gently laid to rest,
and the birds of heaven keep their watch,
lest anyone should steal them away.

There is only one such meadow—
blue, timeless, beneath a sky of stars,
where silence itself is dreamed
and the secret is guarded into infinity.

My blue meadow,
where wise silence sleeps,
hides all the mysteries of life
within one night,
within one dream.