I’ve poured my ocean into our desert,
watched the salt crystallise on your scales
under the curves of our suns.
There are bouquets of violets within your eyes,
ancient stars dancing among new ones
to the songs of the milky way.
Standing before you,
I feel what a bird must feel,
flying embraced by the sky.
Being seen by you,
I feel what the antelope must feel,
lying to rest beneath the lion’s strength.
I spin a thin thread on the wheel of time,
merely one fragile cocoon like a worm's,
yet precious to you just like silk.
You've placed the ladder before me;
steps spiraling up to the heavens,
where you reign over all that is rain.
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