A soul darkened,
by dead spirits,
and the shallowness
of field owners,
no longer able to
touch in tender ways.
I was alone…..
 
But at the very roots
of loneliness,
you came to me –
from the mind
and from the body.
All things on earth
became more beautiful,
and a hundred lives opened.
 
With moisture
dripping through,
no longer the dragging days.
A kiss, a touch
and always the sweet
fragrance of the plum.
Now I watch the long rains fall,
and wait again – for the
fragrance of the plum.