Gentle sun showers,
Spring petals of cherry tree,
  .  .  .  Light sparkles in air.

My hands on her skin,
Like a child I remember,
Soft sands at the beach.

Her lips misty moist  .  .  .
Spring bursting purple lilacs,
  .  .  .  Ripe aureolas.

Stars reign overhead  .  .  .
Before day, showers of bliss,
  .  .  .  Sun takes her away.

We rested by sea  .  .  .
Before sun she closed her eyes,
  .  .  .  Sunset came early.

She brought me poems,
Writ in language I don't know,
  .  .  .  Every word a gift.

Will our love grow strong,
As our bodies curl, asking,
  .  .  .  To dream great rivers.

Sprouting new lovers  .  .  .
Walked through sunny spring gardens,  
  .  .  .  Green fingers entwined.

Morning sun is shy  .  .  .
All day and late flowers sing,
  .  .  .  Orange poppies beam.

Shelter of sky holds  .  .  .
Falcon stoops only to ****,
  .  .  .  Heaven has a wing.

Willow tree, billows—
Long leaves falling as water,
.  .  .  falls into water.

So silent together . . .
We pour each other the wine,
  .  .  .  Our sacraments.

Dark, dangerous woods,
Phases of the flashing moon,
Turning heads of owl.