To have the whole air, love sang toward
To be by the rose, rise out of bed
Still as a child in its first loneliness
Death was not and I simply was
To have the whole air, pleasure on ground
To be by the rose, it has no sound
Have I come unhinged or carelessly slipped?
Death is not and I simply am
Morning-fair come back
To the world of leaves and ditches
To answer the call
To abandon all your riches
See the after-light
Glitter left on the lake's surface
As my intentions
Stretch past their initial purpose
To know that light falls and fills, often unknown
Trembles at the edge but does not overflow
Holding and feeding the stem of the flower
Still as a child in its first loneliness
To have the whole air, love sang toward
To be by the rose, rise out of bed
Still as a child in its first loneliness
Death was not and I simply was
To have the whole air, pleasure on ground
To be by the rose, it has no sound
Have I come unhinged or carelessly slipped?
Death is not and I simply am