You

are the

paper

upon which

I

write

You

are the

clay

in which

I

sculpt

You

are the

ears

into which

I

speak

You

are

the

heart

in which

I

beat

He

ice

wind

plain

I

ocean

breeze

mountain

We

sun

moon

star

Heavens

One

a body

in

space

a planet

in

place

the

other

a

mind

of

course

a

brain

a

source

drawn

toward

each

other

by

the

brevity

of

gravity

It is

not

what

we

see

It is

what

is

seen

I

know

my

heart

and

my

heart

knows

you

if

all

you

ever

know

know

that