I think I'm starting to believe
that my memories
are more real than me
That as I dream
I am awake
and while I give
I really take
Although I know just what need
I give my love
and pain and greed
without intent
to you, receive
my branches, roots
fruit and seed
for how the leaf takes of the sun
and for whom
the willow weeps
I crave for you
through days of drought
rain, frost
and the reap
and as autumn is a prelude
may our winters never come
for my springtime dreams
manifests anew
every memory of you
with each setting summer sun