Again and again, however we know the landscape of love
and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names,
and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others
fall: again and again the two of us walk out together
under the ancient trees, lie down again and again
among the flowers, face to face with the sky.
-Rainer Maria Rilke-
Now after that afternoon. Under the shadow of the temple and ancient trees, when I saw you sat near me, refrained from leaning on your back... I'm afraid of loosing you.