The reflected is
the real.
The river
and sky
are portals that bear us
toward the eternal.
Through stfeambeds of frogs
or streambeds of stars
our love will go from us, singing
the dawn of the great escape.
The real is
the reflected.
There is only one heart
and one single wind.
Don't you weep! It's the same
from close up
as far out.
Nature: eternal
Narcissus.