miss you

Come to the orchard in spring.
There is light and wine and sweethearts
in the pomegranate flowers.
If you do not come
these do not matter.
If you do come
these do not matter.

old poem

As the mirror to my hand,
the flowers to my hair,
kohl to my eyes,
tambul to my mouth,
necklace to my throat,
ecstasy to my flesh,
heart to my home-

as wing to bird,
water to fish
life to the living-

so you to me.

(Glass Requiem Syphony 5)