Your silken skin glows like a peach, blossoms small as the crocus in the purest hope of spring.

My heart follows your mellow voice and leaps like a cat at the whisper of your name.

The evening floats in on a great heron wing.

I am comforted by your perfume that I carry into the twilight of sun beams and hold next to my heart.

I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of crystal water.

As my face falls from my dreaming, it reminds me of your face.

In the quiet, I listen for the last spirit of the day.

My soaring thoughts leap toward the sun.

I wait in the moonlight for your secret lips so that we may run as one,

Face to face, in search of the magnificent bright and mystical path of love.