Say Something

Say a word, say something O my dark beloved! Stir spring into my life! O my dark beloved! If you stir spring into my life, I will become a doe. In the dense garden of your beauty I will forage for fragrance. If you shoot arrows of separation at me I, infatuated, will swoon! I will not drink, though you pour upon me Delicate, sweet words. If you stir spring into my life, I will become moonlight. At midnight, in a sandalwood forest I will come to you. Heavy with perfume I will lay a bed for you. While you sleep, I will kiss you, And fall back, unbalanced. If you stir spring into my life, I will become a cloud. Whatever road you walk Upon it I will shower myself. The wells of grief, I know, are deeper than life itself, I will fill them, neck high. These wells that have no rope, And no pail. If you stir spring into my life, I will become a butterfly. The pollen of separation, more precious than wisdom I will distribute from door to door. The tree of separation is tinier than a nail But casts a shadow a million miles wide, This tree that grows peversely, Right beside the heart. O my dark beloved! Stir spring into my life! O my dark beloved!