From clouds of light pours your echo
In drops of rain love again
I don’t know why the grass accuses me
Of being wooded clothed in leaves.

Don’t contrive with cruel Ivy
You are raining kisses on my wet forehead
Thundering me with word full of passion
Lightning coursing through my body.

Earth stops for a moment in turning
To see in a keyhole love
A flood containing Omega and Alpha
A rain which holds a rain with both of us.