This poem slept in my heart
Before I gave it a name,
Before my hands and my longing
Sent it in your way.

This poem slept in my heart,
The innocent Light impregnated it
With Love.
My poem is coming to you now.
My poem is not alone in the world.

This poem slept in my heart
Before your eyes read it.
Can you feel my voice carrying
That unique love sap
In the branches of this poem?
Can you love me
Just reading a poem that has slept before
In my heart?