once in a thousand years
breaking a new course
changing its way to the ocean
it is mountain effluvia
moving to valleys
and form nation to nation
crossing borders and mixing
languages die like rivers
words wrapped round your tongue today
and broken to shape of thought
between your teeth and lips speaking
now and today
shall be faded hieroglyphics
ten thousand years from now
sing-and singing-remember
your song dies and changes
and is not here to-morrow
any more than the wind
blowing ten thousand years ago