Unfolding Love

Like a fresh morning’s sunrays,
And the fruitlike open of the flowers,
Here I unfold my love for you…

With nothing more to lose,
I stand still, gaze the unseen World,
Yet more to unfold…

To the mirror, I focus and hear a murmuring tune,
A song that never has its beats…
With the lost tune, still I unfold in the rhythm…

The prevailing wind, the altered days,
and the growing years,
With no more dreams, here I closely let myself to the “Nature”