The white ducks fly

All past the sun

Their wings flap silver at the moon



While waters rush down the mountaintops

My [?] plays circus tunes



I dance to the wonders of your feet

And i sing to the joy of your knees

The cold white dress on the mountain crest

[?] the frozen tree



The maple-[?] in the sky

It seems to kiss the wind

While scores of glittering [?] [?]



I whistle symphonies of your face

And laugh

For your hair is so fine



In startled reeds

Of playground grass

A child jumps rope to [?]



Reeds and grass

The marching drum

They make a joyous sound



She bends low with lust and love

And falls [?] on the ground



I hunger for your porpoise mouth

And stand erect for love

The sun burns up the winter sky

And all the earth is love