The shadow of your flower Moves o'er the shrine Leaves nothing but sun rising Shadows in my mind The flowers in the hallway Burst my solemn brow Your name is rhododendron Your colour pours me out Through my senses, doorways open I've been taking, now I'll learn to give I cradled my brush as if She were my child In inky puddles playing With blackened tongues we smile Diving down to the paper Palace where we play She draws the four directions A compass for her I pray Through my senses, doorways open I've been taking, now I'll learn to give