For Yvonne

I found my muse had left me in Tibet.
  It seemed no longer possible to say
  The words I needed to express the way
I felt, indeed, nor how my mind was set

For there I passed a week I shan’t forget
  Emotion stretched to breakpoint each short day
  By being with this girl who, come what may,
Is more to me than most that I have met

You know, dear friend, it seems to me quite sure
  Vague recollection of your stay abroad
  Of time we spent together; the accord
Not found by many persons will endure

No obstacle exists is my refrain
Each thing you ask I give and seek no gain


Trans-Siberian railway
09 November 2006