the past is not the past

I will never be rid of you
You are my love, my pain
You are written in my memory, in the soil of the earth on which I walk
We belong to each other
We affect each other
Let us be careful.

I will turn this sand into joy, this water into wine
I will turn this love into a sunset.
This air, into a dance.

Hey you, I shall never be rid of you