April sunset true zweisamkeit At this moment burning two innocent voices behind words that clutch and recoil Like young sprouts in rain When a lifetime ago we tied our lips softly to lovesounds eloping nowhere and everywhere Suddenly this space within our arms is absolutely everywhere
Suddenly this resonance is heard in every sound As someone becomes everyone Throughout every season a field of April flowers resplending the colors of her eyes This color encircling your chest This sound encircling your face Our whole lives in this moment
