For You

For You

One can never know a heart

until it blossoms and says: I miss you!  
Then you hear wild geese

honking, and the snow on withered grass

melts.  Your eyes shine like the first time

you saw a tastefully livened garden.

For you there are orange blossoms,

and I know that when I am with you

the moon’s round light at the window

opens our hands and we touch

like friends, butterflies, and birds

to rise from a meadow of flowers.