My sea
　　　　
?　　　is tired.

My rivers

　mourn the mountain

　　　　　　　　　　they carved

a valley through. My feet

　　entangle the ocean under
　its tears.
I used to run in shape
as if I never weighed a thing,
and now that you are gone,
I am become a ghost whose pictures haunt walls
with closed eyes as breath and tears full of night.

　　It impresses me that so many things good and true
can be embodied in one person

There is something about you that is special

I saw your face and I could see everything
　The kind of thing only a heart can remember

as we sat closely side by side with heaven wrapped around your shoulder

　　　　　　your laughter made the birds sing