The Face of Love

Unmasked, your face, your form, your being, turn in my sight. You turn in my sight. With your turning, every moment, in the vessel of my skull dawn turns, daybreak rises and dances, the waterfall of sunrise sings. This is the presence of water in the seed. This is the presence of the garden in the cell. Your presence in me: this is a presence beyond decrees. The garden of the world breath by breath grows from your breath, my eyes, me, my pulse, it embraces. From beyond mountains and borders, walls, from cell to cell, it pours the deep waterfall of sunrise over my being: unmasked, my love, your face...