Tuesday 5 January 2010

This State of Being

Only here can I see,
How the sun rests on the trees,
and how it catches the wing of the bird
that I heard so clearly this morning.
Only here I awake,
gently inside. And blossom furiously
like the new river and her enchanting lily.
Everything here feels immaculate.
Only here I love,
that man, and the woman he beats.
and the scars that cover her face.
Only here I love you.

Yes, everything!