Where Is Your Voice?: Eternally Young, Like a Dream, Life Carries On!

In the woods and winding mud streets, I sought the endlessly lovely, the eternally smitten with speech. And I found you amidst the tiny saps drunk with morning dew. While above us, out on a dangerous ledge, nestles an uncertainty, silently coiled like our single hours; I wait for you, to be with you, forever. The garden will ring with crickets, and lilies will nod with inexpressible despair. The dish of flowers spread on the grass will smell fresh and sharp. For a while, we shall be awake in this world.