Is it really so that the one I love is everywhere?
Listen to the unstruck sounds, and what sifts through that music.
I don't want learning, or dignity, or respectability. I want this music, and this dawn, and the warmth of your cheek against mine.
I've brought you a mirror. Look at yourself and remember me.
My souls sits in silence, and then asks again, where are you in all of this?
Love so needs to love that it will endure almost anything, even abuse, just to flicker for a moment. But the sky's mouth is kind, its song will never hurt you, for I sing those words.