the turning of my universe

You are the turning of my universe.
April meadows fill with rain
as the sky calls out your name.

I have watched you blossom with the cherry trees;
listened to the echo of your voice
travelling through the air
as a bird in an empty cage.

As the nightingales sing
into the silent room of night,
so do I call your name
into the blacking air.

All of nature bears the fruit of your beauty.
Plucked from her loins at the dawning of your day,
you return to her under the same fading light.

Our streams flow intertwined,
the waters silent.
Your eyes reflect the sun,
as the water reflects the trees.

The turning of my universe
grows still.