By: Amoureax Amant
To know if you were breeze blew me scent air,
to know if breeze was comb combed willow hair,
to whom you played piano leaves like hand,
whose fingers played out waving tides in band.
To know if you were bloom bathed in sunshine,
to know if bloom was lily waved wave line,
to whom you stood beneath umbrella leaf,
and smiled with blush toward twilight cloud lief.
To know if you were snow rained overhead,
to know if snow was thread weaved ground cloud bed,
to whom you melted like ice stream in spring,
and rolled spring water fain with bird's humming.
To know if you were moon raised from spring stream,
to know if moon was pearl face in sweet dream.