Your face rises like the sun in my mind Light ruptures between broken branches dreaming of green Whispers exhaled at summers end ...Gather in clouds releasing secrets When you find it you hold on You hold on Took the time to sit and study the river The way it flows with no intention other Reminds me of the shapes of the tears in your eyes It lifts and carries the deadwood Breathing life into that , that once was still like you What will become of us What will become of us What will become of us When you find it you hold on You Hold on

Kafi Drut