To feel the grace of spring upon our lipsnIs like the simple echo of a breezenDancing off scen’ry, dancing off the trees,nI traced your silent lifelines with the tipsnOf my fingers as the water did dripnPast rocks of that river, past them with ease,nHow perfect the moment! You here with menWhisper to me, my love, about the slipnFrom winter to spring, the seasons they changenAs does the weather, the air so serenenAn infinite presence, the air we breathenI wish I could paint this beautiful scenenAlas, I know nothing of art, ‘tis strangenOnly a poet with hearts on my sleevesnn