To measure the boundary of the sky
Your wings carry my signature.
The womb is made empty
To wash the cosmic feet with the tears of my joy
Just to fill the infinite sky.
Take the farewell from me,
Leave me back to live for others.
That is my worth of being yours.
I can tolerate my tears
To withdraw them into my eyes
To smile in your face for ever
To tolerate a bosom full of sweet emptiness