there is nothing
between the sky and earth,
see how they form one circle?

there are signs everywhere:
the water drop and the waterwheel
turning
on a landscape of the Maiden Moon
turning
dervish in the sun,
unrequited
the silk cocoon inside a spider's web,
the apple falling from the blossom
and the nest adorned with little speckled
brown eggs, hidden from sight, but watched
over

i am no longer a stranger in Paradise
and your fingers have outlined me,
i loved you less once,
though you wrote poetry from
the far land where mules dreamed
they were of dragon descent and
love was an an ancient art
that left us immortal,