Lying in my yard, my eyes are
fixed on firmament.
Dew sewn grasses whisper in my ears
the details of their experiences.
For a moment,
my being and the earth are one.
The sky is falling.
Floating,
my organs, my blood.
Your sweet words are lucid in my brain.
They breathe sweet life.
Surrounded,
I lie in a garden of amaranths.
You, the tender,
cultivate and keep such reveries.
You
secrete this nectar of wisdom.
In the wind, carried are the willows of my wish.
I am but a callow youth.