Water a dead tree

with tears

and find it budding

Love

my most beloved

and see it returned

Hearing a voice calling

in a non-existent frequency

Breaking the crystalline

chrysalis of darkness

Shattered into pieces 

and then emerge again

Wipe up the tears

and learn to tango

Fold a kiss

send it to the ether

and be received

Trapped in eternity and a day

Reaching out to the slipping daylight

Searching for the meaning of tears

And retrieving our true life

With the riddles of time

entwined around our fingers

a touch, a small lightning

Holding hands

standing on the sands

waiting for the dawn to rise

June 22-23