Expanse like the generous horizon,
Spring of miles and space –
You used to be mountains;
You hid in clouds, thunder of June,
Stretch of wintertime frost.
In the flame of an evening alone,
Bright and dark my companions.
The shadows changed, edges unfinished –
Stretched to morning; stretched towards sun,
Growth of a tree with no trunk.
You pick your form, you shape my sight,
Thief of my eyes in retreat.
Creature of depth –
As you give, give my eyes