TELL ME
Tell me dripping leaves and smiling blooms, What is it that you whisper? Are they the tears of silence or sighs of wisdom? You are as still as a sage. Yet you kiss my heart with your secret. Do you unfold your arms To embrace the cool of the morn? Which God is so fortunate That you blossom your offer at his alter And flow your tears at his feet? May I stand away in awful reverence Or gently kiss your smiles And taste your tears? I shall neither see nor suffer Your beauty fade ...