Metamorphose
I
A swan floats into a
weir-fall singing
we are all lost.
II
I say, this is not true,
your soft hand on me
Discovers the place
where none of us are
lost.
III
I am a shell on a sandy shore
hollowed out mother of pearl
interior
IV
I become a gray dove
and the day is raining.
Our love a deep image
moving forever untouched
forever in water.
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