Herding Sheep is More than Chasing Stars
Our dear sheep are grains of amaranth
scattered upon your heart
stars that shine in your arms.
In the blue, fog-draped fields
near the silvery-gold lagoon
having descended from the sky,
they are grazing.
Just the mist, just the wind.
Our dreams are illusory…
To herd sheep in faraway lands
is more than chasing stars
