I know your face in all the snow that falls in Siberia

I know your breathe in the sound of jasmine growing

In willow leaves, in elements too rare to name

I know your eyes when the sun strikes the sea

when cranes twist the air into eddies, swirls

It is unknown to you, that hidden world

I travel to hear other stories, music not yet made

You are a path in the heart, a deep wind that finds me

I must make journeys still to islands in green waters

Leave your mark in the starlight, sweet friend, so that I may

Navigate past fossils thrown from waves, ancient wells, broken pots

You are the promise of apricots in the summer, and I will keep my part of the bargain made