Wise one, how will you know that I traced your perfume
Over the seas to be with you?
That minty breath of our Mother’s water
Hides your wisdom from those who
Seek to drench voraciously
A godless thirst to know you
So you may obey... what a foolish desire....
I wait on you.
The tree with no shadows
Lends her medicine
When I finally sit next to her,
Looking away and taking in the morning blue sky
What rendering, this painting or poetry is only between us