5418 Waves of pleasures

You are generating 

Waves of pleasures 

As you move along 

The altitudinal zonation 

Of my life.

All your seeds scattered 

In my time of fairs 

Have seen the light.

Following the trail of your wake, 

Are growing green within me

That rod of Aaron, 

That valley of dry bones, 

That I carried like a ballast 

On the side of my boat.

What was at the border, 

Near my marks, 

On the edge of my fences 

And my hedges.

What consumed my ether, 

What diluted my sap.

Today your roots have reached 

The heart of my marrow.

And while you slowly wander across 

The surface of my waters, 

You are generating waves of pleasures 

As you move along 

The altitudinal gradient of my soul.