Here in my hand:
An absolute beginning place. The seed of a flower
That will blossom in the Springtime. The earth,
on my fingertips.

The wind passing through,
The wet of the rain,
Blowing over, blowing over. This night is the deepest of deep,
Your heart is blossoming.

This night is the deepest of deep, your heart
Is found here. Many days ago, the moon slipped over horizons
Shaping a future in the sky
Shadows on the sea.

There are waves
Beckoning, beckoning me home,
Your heart is a wide horizon.
My life is
a wide horizon.