in trees and sun do you reside; i dont see you.
in waves, in moons, i hear your call but dont see you.
the nights are long and hot, the days are short and cold;
in all of these i see, yet still i run from you.
the flowing nature of the river sings and swims,
as if to reach the station where i’ll come for you.
we dance tonight, the dance of death which brings me home.
we drink tonight, to reunite — i’ll sing with you.
in dreams i wander, wondering if i may find
a fragment — signs that guide me down the path to you.
i cannot bring myself to watch your longing face;
it shatters hearts — like mine — to pull it out from you.
at evening’s urge and first request, we find at last
the intimate and fragile love i’ve held for you.