The whisper of a hymn on a Spring breeze,
an overture inspired by the season's
virgin batch of bright crocus, was the mel-
ody my heart heard when you sang my name.

The caress of a leaf as if floats by.
Thunderstorms that drench all of creation
into newness: such freshness I knew not
until your cool hands brushed soft my hot skin.

An eagle panning the vast Horizon.
The brightest body in the endless night
navigating the path to Paradise-
I finally saw when your eyes found mine.

Now I taste the briny sea with every
memory. Thoughts of you come with the smell
of danger. I couldn't guess that you would leave
me open to the wolfish howls of grief.

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