Every one asks

[instrumental] Everyone asks What's in the vague murmur of water What's in the pleasing whisper of leaves What's in the play of that white cloud On this calm, tall blue expanse That takes you so deep into thought What's in the quiet solitude of doves What's in the futile effort of waves What's in the laughter of the cup That for hours You stare at, dazed and confused Not at the cloud Not at the water Not at the leaf Not at this calm, tall blue expanse Not at this quiet solitude of doves Not at this burning fire that has slipped into the cup I don't think about any of these I hear the trees' dawn prayers The dance of a wildflower's scent with the wind The breath of poppies in the mountain's chest The chatter of swallows with the morning The eternal lump in existence's throat in the wheat field The circulation of color and freshness in the flower's cheek I hear it all I see it all I don't think about any of these I think of you Oh, you who are all goodness Alone, I think only of you All the time Everywhere In whatever state I am, I think of you Know this, only you should know You come You stay with me, only you stay In place of moonlight, you shine in the darkness of nights I'm devoted to you, instead of all flowers, you laugh Now that I've fallen at your feet again Make a rope from that long hair You take You tie You desire You answer the swallows You read the story of the clouds in the sky You stay with me, only you stay Boil in the heart of existence's goblet I have only one breath left from the sip of my life You drink the last sip of this empty cup [ End]