You owe me nothing, and I owe you nothing. A river we were. A mirror, honest. We both drank from its clear depths; we both gazed at its placid face.
The same kiss burned bright upon our lips, kindled by the same ember. The same deceits abandoned us when the throat could bear no more song.
We were river and mirror, we were kisses, and we sang with leaves and with wings joy's refrain in the mirrors.
Today in our hands lie clear beads— what our fingers wove in silence. You owe me nothing, and I owe you nothing.