Doubt

You said: you are simple You said: you are simple the wave of your voice took on the color of light shone upon the darkness of my eyes the world turned white the world turned white wound itself around my body. I came toward you, a bride from head to toe, with a crown of blossoms from the almond trees of the garden. My body mingled with the grains of the earth my eyes mingled with the simple motes of moonlight with the simple motes of blue, violet, red, but the voice, your voice, was lost. The almond turned bitter. Ah, you, wholly simple and compound, the white dress upon my body... alas...