However

Alleys

 behind the alleys gardens

sunflowers beyond time

glorious gestures in the sky

the happy eye

But

 the shadows of dead angels

 shadows from Warsaw

 black lilies in the white fields

 regions of fire and smoke

However

 gardens

 and behind the gardens

 weeds grow toward the sky

 forests rooted in smoke

Where

 (who do we ask)

 the hand that distributes sky

 to all who are and

 who are no longer

Where