Why is it
that I wait and wait
to have a glimpse of you,
why do I change
the focal point of my eyes
to have a clear view of you?
Why do I hold my breath
to hear your footsteps
when from a distant dawn
you ripple to my shore
breaking the silence of long nights?
Your melody to treasure
why do I borrow the elephant’s ear?
To get the touch of your flowery body
why do I ask the dove for its feather?
Why do I take the chance
on the bank of a forest brook
to see you come dancing down
from stone to stone
raising your arms in perfect balance?
Beauty is ever unusual:
there is beauty in fire,
in the storm lies beauty’s power,
the morning sun emits its glow,
doesn’t beauty fly from a divine bow?
