TRIER

Now, in the morning

As we sit in the sunshine on the seat by the little shrine,

And look at the mountain-walls,

Walls of blue shadow,

And see so near at our feet in the meadow

Myriads of dandelion pappus

Bubbles ravelled in the dark green grass

Held still beneath the sunshine —

It is enough, you are near —

The mountains are balanced,

The dandelion seeds stay half-submerged in the grass;

You and I together

We hold them proud and blithe

On our love.

They stand upright on our love,

Everything starts from us,

We are the source.