Enjoining us to sing
When there is no breath,
To kiss with lips gilded by
The dew of daysprings past,
To love beyond the last heartbeat.

Moment by moment
Our paths would sound
The hollow depths of beginnings
Reborn with the scent of meadow’s musk

And take rest together
Where the pebbles begin to glisten
One face-down, the other face-up,
Without a blink,
Until the firmament beckons the stone
And the stone smiles in return.

Art: “The Tuileries”
Claude Monet