She put down her bag

Winter sun was low but high enough to capture her face
and give it to me
Yes my...   Maira
And she recognized me

We came to be
together
We came to love
and bit by bit moved obstacles and cleaned the floors
By the end we left as two people sharing a unity in the heart

Winter sun was low
but I still wanted to meet her
Our backgrounds and foregrounds were obsolete
Nothing stood in the way

In the middle of the courtyard where she appeared in front of me
surrounded by shade
We came to talk, my Maira and I
to throw sparks in a cross-hall flirt

I forgot my ambitions
and she put down her bag
and we met each other
and love was brought into being