It is like the water in generous graces
for the humble coolness of the sand:
dawn defoliating of damp roses,
liquid flourish that sounds of love.

You just flow, you spill
in loving offering by my shore.
Of burning water or flowing flames
you leave affectad this human clay.

As in the humid earth I have footprints
over me of your transparent step,
and shining pebbles, like stars,
illuminated under your stream.

Look at the water. Behold yourself. In the background
from my soul, love, the same flow.
I look at the water. I look at you. And deep down
of time, perhaps, like water you get away.