When I fell in love I pressed my heels against the sky
As if in a bread oven
Sitting with my forehead on the warm ground
And the wind and the butterflies and the clouds like smoke
Words that were hard to be spoken
Without even knowing
I invented God in a new season of year
Believing it was the same
Through days with sun and moon white
Because of heavy blessing it rained with sweet incense
Clocks lagged behind
Smelled like red currants
But from the century of loneliness only dust flew over