On that day the tide will turn
    and softly bring its crested head
    to rest on the cheek of shore.

    The jambu tree will shed
    moist leaves, returning to earth
    its debt of tears.

    Every cloud will move
    into its chosen place.  Even the sun
    will understand their boldness.

    For so long I have listen to the call
    of mountains in their loneliness.
    The river’s thirst to follow ocean.

    I know the years trapped in you
    like so many birds, their wings
    the very flutter of your heart.

    At that hour, I will uncage
    your body's sadness with my own,
    and make the sound locks make

    springing open.

22 October 2001   21:10 hours
short-1 { } rain (2001 remix)