With You at Ubud

Morning slow through the louvred blinds Incense rising while the ceiling fan unwinds You already on the mat, spine long, at ease Nothing asked of us, nothing but the breeze Time moved differently there Just the terraces, the warm green air I don't know what to call this But I know how it felt Like rice fields in the morning mist Something quietly held We never gave it a name Didn't need one out there Whatever came, whatever left Was beautiful, I swear The monkeys came and went just as they pleased Layer after layer through the morning breeze You laughed like you'd seen it all before Neither of us keeping score You always knew which remedy to bring The right amount, never said a thing I don't know what to call this But I know how it felt Like rice fields in the morning mist Something quietly held We never gave it a name Didn't need one out there Whatever came, whatever left Was beautiful, I swear At Taman Ayun the offerings were laid Flowers and incense for everything that stayed I held your hand and left in the afternoon Some graces just arrive, and leave too soon I don't know what to call this But I know how it felt Like rice fields in the morning mist Something quietly held We never gave it a name Didn't need one out there Whatever came, whatever left Was beautiful, I swear Ubud at dusk, the fireflies appearing Some things don't need a name to last