Immersed

You come into the world in every drop of my tears, kissing my eyelashes my cheeks. Pausing at the corner of my mouth, now it is the twisting of your wave on my lips. A clear stream, now, wandering along the lines of my palm... and furrow by furrow you cover my distraught valleys, without separation without separation from me... Ducks glide on the water of the lake the wind sways the branches of the green pines the smell of damp soil winds through the air. The morning of a winter day? But spring — with the crystal of your love — in my eyes...