i see your shadow

in the obsidian of night

i hear your voice

amidst the liquid tongues of thunder

i smell your scent

within the midnight dew

of an abandoned underwater garden

i taste your lips

when all is still

and the air falls low against the trees

i feel your touch

when the sun falls down

below the earth

and the birds cry overhead

a song of infinite beauty  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .