At the bottom of the ocean of air
Life boils —
At the boundary where the planet breathes.
Her beloved
The cosmos in its snares
Carries into a reliable future.

There is a design in every idea,
Galaxies too have their aim.
So the orchids look out:
Is it still far, or is it already time.

In the overcoming of time and space
We were with you —
In waiting for completion
And in nostalgia for the past.