A single thought of you
Speaks to me,
As a wellspring of joy;
And I am Ecstasy’s brother,
Withholding in your depth…
A quiet witness
To the wild humanity
Thirsty for herself.
A single thought of you
Blooms a garden
Where butterflies
Returning from pilgrimage,
Forfeiting their colors,
Forgetting their wings…
They carpet your terrace
With the colors of the wind.
A single thought of you
Forgets my blood
And betroths the world.
Find me in the tears
Of this communion,
Waiting in the alleys
Of mankind’s scripture,
Building with forgotten words.
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