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  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .