When You See The Setting, Wait For

The Waterwheel Accepts Water And Turns And Gives It Away, Weeping.

You Soak Up My Soul And Mingle Me. Each Drop Of My Blood Cries Out To The Earth. We Are Partners, Blended As One.

Reason Is Powerless In The Expression Of Love.

Everyone Turns Toward Someone. Look For One Scarred By The King's Polo Stick.

At Night, I Open The Window And Ask The Moon To Come And Press Its Face Against Mine. Breathe Into Me. Close The Language-door And Open The Love-window. The Moon Won't Use The Door, Only The Window.