The sound of the color of blue
Like saying, “Adieu!”
Birds will keep on flying south
So they can get to you.
The nymphs echo the earthen waves
Their hair dancing like electric wires in a storm
How can it be when their heads are twigs and falling leaves?
Rustling noises reverberate
All so they can reach you.
Why does one end of a bridge seem so far from the other?
The waters beneath can attest of the distance
The same way the sheets believe that
There is nothing more far away than your body from mine.
How can I get to you?