The Name “Red Rose”

The letters of your name come they wander in my mind. — as if my familiar doves circle and settle beside me. — I say your name. With anger, no. With sulking, no. Resting my head against the silent pine I close my eyelids. I say your name repeating, murmuring, with love alone. As if the words of a waterfall of prayer well up from the lips of the faithful cover the empty altar flow calm and limpid with my longing from the temple of love to the root of the pine in all the earth...