Personal Gifts

You went out for a walk
with oceans in your eyes
with fog in your lap
to puzzle the order of things
to continue the telling of stories
that started in another kingdom
in another time
reflected in this one
as a shadow in a convex mirror,
to unravel the words and winds
and to weaken me while I decipher
the inscriptions on your body,
like a celestial reader
which is read aloud
but never utterly understood.