Classic Poem

Water, water song
my body flows with
thoughts and blood

Remember the sickness
when my body would
allow not even water

I would die in a place
with no rustles
no movement

A bird would come
without moving
its wings

Perhaps in the
transubstantiation
of fire

There would be so much
life in it
Like a stream it could tell me

where it had been
What other kinds
of love it had known