Teardrop is a covert
Grin is a secret
Love is surreptitious
My teardrop in that night was the grin of my love
Tree speaks to the forest
The grass to the meadow
The star to the universe
Listen
I speak to you
Tell me your name
Give me your hand
Tell me your words
Give me your heart
I have arrived at your roots
I have spoken through your lips
Your hands are known to my palms
In the solitary, with the beams of light
I have cried with you
For the sake of all being
In the dark cemeteries I have sung with you
The most beautiful of songs
For the dead of this year were the most beautiful of all alives
Give me your hands
Your hands are known to my palms
Oh, I am telling you,
regrets,
I found you so late!!
Oh, I am telling you,
Words
Like clouds speak to thunders
Like grass and meadow
Like rain and the sea
Like a bird and spring
Like how the tree speaks to the forest
For that I have arrived at your roots!
For that my voice is known to yours
