In sun-gold green
Down the moving stream
As the osprey flies
From mangrove skies
Love flows free
Down in the cenote
In cool lime green
Through the mirrored stream
Of the morning sun
As the fishes come
One can see
Deep in the cenote
In aquamarine
Down the endless stream
Floating toward the one
In currents of sun
Two will be
One in the cenote
In the heart of green
Down electric streams
Only waves within a field
Of a slow, incessant yield
Love flows free