If a big fish sprang up from the deeps,
people see the dirt from the deeps of the river.
If you are the moon that wear tonight
I will be the sky to hold your robe.
If you become the beat on the face of Ayan Agalu’s drum
I will twist the air with my feet with dust.
If you become a rainbow for the feast of rain
I will sit like a child to count its colour on the strings of your garment.
If you turn to a song and melody on a guitar
I will learn it rhythm like mandarin tonal.
If you send me a letter
I will peruse its lines like paddle in water to sail your message into my heart.
I will pronounce your name to the faraway lands
till the world is a field of rose.