i stand besides a poem river
next to a poem tree,
a poem tree in blossom, on a cliff spread on a poem sky.
i walk from the poem's morning to evening
i step across the poem river to the pathways
leading me to the poem's valley.
And on a boulder poem i climb to listen to the poem's silence
A poem flower speaks to poem pebbles.
And on a poem wind floats a poem feather .
i go with these poems where they are going.
And at the end of today i rejoice
i weave from my night born longings
splenderous spectrums of love.
But my Love poem -- is You.
