In the Valley where adonis fell in love there is a cave and in it I felt you waiting patiently in your home in the mountains singing songs of omitting. The water moved down the rocks into the pool at your feet and you flowed with it down to the valley. It is a narrow place that breathes longways through the cliffs, and it tells you that all things fall down and then come back together again.
In the Mountain there was a rock with a point on one end and it fell onto the roots of an old tree that were let to see the sun for the first time in many years. The roots moved downwards and sideways and upwards and were coming out of an old wall that also had not seen the sun for many years. We felt happy that we uncovered something that deserved to be remembered.
In the Forest something lives and moves and breathes on the top of the highest mountain where the trees grow strong without thinking. You know its true because the air feels cool and it comes to you in the form of a bird that you know was once a great man. He brings with him the sweet song that you always sing.
On the Plain a mound rises gently, the closest thing to the sky. It says that it was and is great and will always be because the people will always gather there.
In the Sea I saw you swimming trying to remember sunlight with your eyes closed. I once kept sunlight in my skin.