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
