Spring is sweet,
but I wait for her to love me
the summer way that I love her now.

I seem to be getting worse at sleeping.
I wake again mourning a life I never had.
- strange that the mind makes real what never was.

I left home to follow a dream
But find at night that I dream of home.

Crying until only emptiness reigns -
I feel gratitude now for Gautamas' hidden gate.

As a youth I roamed;
a wandering monk... emptiness immune to loneliness.
Sometimes I long again for that freedom,
but I cannot now leave my love.

The love I feel
is the love you feel,
a single moon mirrored in many waters.

Yesterday your words missed me.
I felt too upset to show you my heart
although I wanted to so much.

I feel you with me now and I cannot sleep,
longing for us to fall into those three words -

I love you.