On the surface
waves come and go.
At this depth
not a sound.

Thrashed open again!
My heart is real.

My heart is broken,
love spilt all over the place.
I want to gather some up for you,
will you hold out your hands?

I had resigned to a lifelong Autumn
- quiet, slow and sweet.
Then one day I met Spring.

My heart is now a storm between seasons
- and I feel that I will forever live in regret
if I don't chase you.

I open my mouth to sing
but have forgotten the words.
Snow on their heads
the mountains too have forgotten.
At least the butterflies remember how to dance.

What need have we for temples of stone,
when we have the stars and sky?
All are equal under this roof...
the wind in the trees is union,
and you and I, love.

My indulgent loneliness,
ambushed this evening by some chirping crickets.
Chpp chpp