Staying the Night at a Mountain Temple
|The high tower is a hundred feet tall,
From here one’s hand could pluck the stars.
I do not dare to speak in a loud voice,
I fear to disturb the people in heaven.
Lately I’ve been hoping for the people in heaven to disturb me. I miss them on these perfect spring nights. You can’t imagine, mama, how strange things have gotten here. I hope you are well. Dahlan had a dream about you, I think on your birthday. That you had your bare back to him and an eagle with outstretched wings was tattooed upon it.