Want You To Know One Thing

Want you to know

One thing. 

You know how this is: 

If I look 

At the crystal moon, at the red branch 

Of the slow autumn at my window, 

If I touch 

Near the fire 

The impalpable ash 

Or the wrinkled body of the log, 

Everything carries me to you, 

As if everything that exists, 

Aromas, light, metals, 

Were little boats 

That sail