Do you leave me here or leave with me? Am I inside you or is it that you call me? Do you live only in me or do I find the world in you, with you? The order of things in which I love you, where does it begin or end? Now there is silence settled in the rose of the air and a nearby tree trills among the birds to shade your dream, or is it my dream? Is this a prison or does the vast sky start here where your feet touch the earth together, or is it the moon? Suddenly I enter the light I already inhabit and my eyes meet your forehead. I seek to get out of you and I carry you inside me, without finding you. Without how, where or when Blind in the light with my gaze open to so many multitudes of you that I am lost in the night in the middle of the day