When you say my name, my body answers.
I kissed a summer’s blush of dawn. What should be forgotten? It was your lips. What shall we do with the violent sky? Does that make sense? Why did you drag me down to the outermost mountains? From time to time you said some words I didn’t understand. Occasionally, you spoke some words I did not understand. Now my dreams drift into a gentler, better time. Out in the brightness of day, I found a handful of glittering, glittering diamonds.