Morning dew of honey melting on my tongue. Shooting comet, bright blinding light, bluewhite tail of love. I taste Your silk and spices. When I touch my forehead, it is You. Who can remember the beginning? But I know You. Call me, and I come running across the hills. When I see Your face, I laugh like a cloud blowing. My Lord, I grew old. I searched abroad, while You were within! At last I fell on the ocean, and You found me. You made me small to climb the tree hiding in the seed. Beside You, I am a shower of tears. You made me the flower, and the pollen, and the wind. Your whisper is a murmur of spring against my window. Forever I am listening. By the day or night, You know that I am Yours.