A gentle scent surrounds me. It eddies,
flows, reminds me. I dream. Look long
and away until just so and seeing you
and having only to say— I seize upon
some flower, something I love, you see,
and say— This is where I begin. This is
where I am. This is where I am re-awoken.
And in that span you hold me with interest,
with affinity. You who can never end,
whose beginning was before time—
From non-existence you rekindle me.