I lived in your paradise

I was walking around Wellington today and I spotted this couple fishing for a few minutes. I stayed and observed them and this guy never stopped smiling. It was the day I was first introduced to an amazing New Zealand artist John Pule, he wrote this amazing poem that I think resembles the couple.


Life will not end in words or in the many voices
that manifests its desires in trees, ships or light
I see my love for this world in that stone,
that cloud, that river or that raging hurricane.
Life will begin manifold in simple ingenuities
Rain will create telluric sounds to instigate growth.
My tongue will curl at the sight of knowing you.
and my hands, after all these years resting on
your waist at night emblazoned in galaxies,
came down victorioes from those lofty heights.
That's my gift to all the evenings I saw you in.
That I live knowing I lived once, twice, thrice,
in your time, in your space and in your nature,
in your paradise, toward the beginning of your journey.