Your Garden

In your garden I am step by step with you I wander from bed to bed. With your hand I brush my hand over the vine leaf. With your eye I see the agate beads of your grapes in the cool breeze of the month of Aban Aban Aban blue blue is the sky of your garden blue crystal! I see: the dance of the bright agate in the blue crystal in your garden: from the east the morning has come the eruption of sunrise ... from the west the night has come: the great night gathering of time and the dance tune of enormous galaxies the dance of past, present, future hand in hand around the garden your garden: blue blue brimming with the eruption of Aban ... under the trellis your crystal cup full you bring close to my mouth ... under the roof of the green vine leaves - the remaining leaves claw in claw together now – a red grape plucked from the cluster wanders over the folds of the earth - mocking all the barbed wire – it rolls playful on the slide of invisible gravity down the slope of the soil toward the root the root of your garden inseparable from you my lips slide over your fingers - the sweet play of red and blue – you set your cup on my lips I drink ... your agate kisses slowly grow in my veins ...