A Song Across Time

You wash your ribbons
in a cold stream.
The water flowers out
your white shift
like a cloud of milk.
Red and yellow birds
sing in trees
above your head...
up near the wind.
I speak softly to you
in the voice of waters.
"I would give you one carnation
if you would give unto me
your three roses."
You hear, and remember me,
though you have
never seen my face.
From your heart
light arises unto your lips.
You sing a prayer of love
and loose it upon the sky
hoping I am listening
to the wind.