Po Ve Sham

You came to me, to open my eyes.

To me your body was a view,

A window and a mirror.

You came as night comes to the owl

To show him, in the darkness, all things.

And I learned: There’s a name

For each eyelash and fingernail,

And for every hair on the exposed flesh.

And the scent of childhood,

The scent of paste and pine,

Is the night aroma of the body.

If there were torments –

They’ve sailed towards you.

My white sail into your darkness.

Allow me to go, oh allow me to go

And kneel on the shore of forgiveness.