We Are Never Alone

Narcissus stems grow without a sound, narcissus buds open without a sound in the cold season. The scents of the narcissus come silently like the sound of a child running on the soft soles of its feet across the carpet and the sound of its laughing breaths in the corners of the room in the cold season. The scents of the narcissus dance in waves amid the blizzard of snow in the arms of the lonely earth, like your breaths surging through all of space, through all the seasons, in my arms ...