you keep asking me what this means
what it means, what it means

that i was wearing linen when our sojournings crossed
that you were dusty, from living so long in a desert

and i met you in a dream carrying suitcases
flowing like water (my name, you see)
because it is the nature of water to want to be somewhere else

the trail turned this summer,
and i can see the autumn in the locusts, now,
i can feel it in the smoke

i told you, your skin was honey
but i can't stop coughing,
even bronze can be too much for these old eyes to see!

and i need the Spirit like the wind on my face
i've been searching for so long among these trees,
looking for the Shining one in so much refracting light
sometimes, dreams are life.