We're all coming home

fragrance
of the morning sun

Oh fragrance  of your heart, dear friend!
mingles with the raindrops
to dance together.
and together to kiss the ground.
whoever came first
or whoever followed does not matter.
Only the mingling matters
the essence of the oneness in every heart matters.

In the very center of the moon
my friend, I saw your dreams.
the soul of the ocean reckoned to me last night
when I was alone.

We're all returning there at the end
even if there is no such thing called END.
we are all returning to the ocean.
It does not matter
where we roam
during the day or night;
We're all coming home.