How?

I crave to etch into these pages, your image

But sweet friend, how does one write of a smile? 

All of the oil lamps in abandoned ancient temples

And crashing waves of an agonized angry ocean

Can they speak of the earth's silent molten truth?

Or of your voice that cascades into my being as hymns

From a hoary past in an alien, intimate tongue 

All these mythical secret rhythms of a waterfall

Can they speak of the water's deepest wish to melt?

The sky was born muted in its desire for the earth

And split into a thousand stars the day I was born 

And I crave to hold your warmth in my memory

But sweet friend, how does one kiss desire's dreamy song?