I met a man with treetops for eyes The sun shone out of his mouth when he smiled Angels swooned when he laughed Babbling brooks rushed when he spoke His words crashing in my ears like waves Like waterfalls.
I liked his vastness The respect the winds had for him Never blowing too strongly when he was near Whispering cautiously by his ears Tousling his feathered hair softly, gently.
He sat still as the mountains But thundered and roared when I trod on his toes. He shook the foundations of home, heart, life.
He wanted me to sit still at his feet Drown in his voice, his words Be carried along by the current of his commands. I forgot how to swim.