It’s as if words might erase
the deep hush of the universe,
that infinite land of space where eternity
is the imperceptible movement of an unborn child,
you are calling gently through the corridors of time
to lie with me;
I have answered with a kiss.
Did we miss each others footsteps
at the crossroads of some ancient shrine?
Did we look for safe solutions in our other lovers eyes?
Have we strength to hold the morning
in the afternoon and evening, of our complicated lives
watch the shadows gather.
I want to wrap you in a riddle
where only I can conjugate the rhyme
release you to the four winds, hear the eagle’s cry
on a China sea where the typhoon’s roar’s returned to silence:
here, the blossom flakes fragile for a spring instant
and a cold wind bites the weary sun.
It’s as if you have stilled
the angry torrent, trapped the songbird
lanced immensity of yearning, with a quilt of humanity
these things are hard to hide or quantify:
you have walked with grace and understanding
through the corridors of time;
and I have answered with a kiss