The Face of the World

All this blood all these tears where will they go? Will they become a flood? A destroyer? Will it destroy all the houses of happiness on this planet one by one far from each other far from each other? Open your arms let them rain, my love, our lonely tears on each other's faces. Our silent weeping mingles together kind and clear pure streams joined to one another from border to border joined to one another after all the distances — lovers, arms around each other's necks, in one bed finders of love great love in this way on each other's faces — and the world will become desirable in this way in our loving eyes in this case...