You Come

Hidden in a forest,
Far away from you.
My heart aspiretes,
The small off the mud.
That you like them
The rain do to arise
The morning dew of the plants, feeds my hunger of you to have.

My body feels in this ground thread,
The beats of your steps.
You this here,
And vein to seek me.
The twilight
Of the night if I dispersed,
And he/she leaves an atmosphere of fogs in the air.