It takes one word, one gesture a dove unloosed from your lips your palm to journey inches to cradle my aching fingers, trace my hips Awaken me from torpor from the listless haze of years from my bath of sterile hours from my futile days and absurd nights of tears one sharp adjective of love would puncture heart’s fog and mud would call my body to life unhinge the voice, ignite the eyes, release the flood
After the poem by Georg Friedrich Daumer
& J. Brahms setting
