I

In dreams,
I thought I saw a butterfly overfly our heads
wearing the dawn folded in wings,
a pair of God's eyes, peptants and atrocious.

And I was dirt, my hair, grass
that your feet treaded on.

My name was a song of silence in your mouth,
my verses, a diffuse memory in your mind,
my soul, hung on the branches, made you shadow.

And my love for you weighed, like the sun
when, at dusk, it leans over the field.