Here I will draw your heart like a treasure
Map, roll it up into a strong cord and
Intertwine it with myself
In the fragile
Darkness. First though, I will
Trace my way with
One finger along its sandy garden path,
Over-grown with thistles
And purple wildflowers; sifting
Through the occasional call of
A swallow, seeking out
Word of you like a piece of dawn. Perhaps
I will carve a reed into a whistle
And send a note back for
The bird to give you, or maybe
I will lie, moonburnt
In a wavering nest of
Rushes. Perhaps I will pluck
One like a spidery harp string,
Feel it quiver in
My palm with song like the word
"Life", and with it write you
A kiss to help you find
The spot.