Loving Saint Salmon

Saint Salmon, are you in love with the Hazel Tree?
With Quiet Spirit and her gently smiling Tiger's Eyes.
You've looked upon her standing tall and still,
Her wise expression cast upon the clear immemorial skies.
She is your breathing, reaching goddess,
Her feet rooted strongly in the cool fertile earth
And her arms uplifted in lasting, jubilant prayer.
To moor her adoring attention and ardent affections
You have polished your armor along algae-hugged rocks
And rose handsomely and let the clean air touch your face.
Old Sun's rays shone brilliantly across your lustrous scales.
Illuminating her green leaves, pirouetting in the zephyr.
Too quick your sunbeam shifted and raced back skyward,
And she did not behold the source of radiance.
She was lonely and your eyes were blinded by the sun.
Saint Salmon, you've shed many tears into the rushing stream
until they filled the great wide ocean and turned it all to brine
And the ocean creatures felt with you your great sorrow
And could do nothing but seek through the endless seas
To find their own loves and hold dearly to their exquisiteness.
But, Saint Salmon, your lovely Hazel Tree stands firm
Overlooking the chilly, babbling waters of your home.
Eternally pursuing the warm light she had received.
Though you shine for her, the clouds dilute Old Sun.
Her eyes pass you by, but her heart knows your soul.
She feels the emanations of devotion from below.
She will toss plump tokens of wisdom down to you
Which leap from springy moss to break into the waters.
The melodic splash, heralding this provision.
Saint Salmon, you will blush and laugh the underwater sounds of bells
And bend Heavenward to catch her keepsake upon your tongue.
And you will know that she loves you wholly,
For as long and deeply as you love she.

The knowledge of Love
Is all we need.