Love Said to Me

Once I pointed
to a bird soaring:
“This is what Love feels like.”

Once,
I followed curvatures
of rippling water:
“This is what Love
knows itself to be.”

Once,
I lay cold
in the middle of the night,
gasping:
“This is also the face of Love.”

Once,
in a dream,
Love said to me:
“I am the depth of you.
I am the lightness of you.
The absence of me
is my longing for you...”