The Dawn's Absorption in Parched Rice

 
Touching you, touching you endlessly
I can no longer touch myself.
Dissolving into your being, dissolving deeper
I can no longer sense my own existence.


'When the world heals, we'll meet by the river!'
Reading this small message of yours
tears of joy keep welling in my eyes.
What a morning-rice tenderness
spreads through this little note of yours!


As I read, the drops of my sorrow release
and fade into the river's secret depths.
In my eyes, the light of the Milky Way, and
in the intensity of rapture, centuries of wonder!


I am still gazing
at the message you sent...
Such a joyous invitation, truly beyond imagination!
...and from you, no less!


Ah, what a wondrous magician time is!
Today life feels sweet as a kiss.
Come close, come into these outstretched arms.
Move straight as a line into my heart.