Count the Almonds

Count the almonds,

Count what was bitter and kept you awake,

Count me in:

I looked for your eye when you open it,no one was looking at

you,

I spun that secret thread

on which the dew you were thinking

Slid down to the jugs

guarded by words that to no one's heart found their way.

Only there you did wholly enter the name that is yours,

Sure-footed stepped into yourself ,

freely the hammers swung in the bell frame of your silence,

The listened for reached you,

What is dead put its arm around you also,

And the three of you walked through the evening.

Make me bitter.

Count me among the almonds.