Written for a chamber orchestra, the voice is represented by an alto flute at this stage. If it seems ok, I'll persuade a contralto to sing the voice part. A bit whimsical - I don't often write music like this!
The words by Matsuo Bashou translate roughly to:
I wish I were
As close to you
As the wet shirt
Of a swimmer to her body.
I think of you
(there's a small instrumental interlude before "I think of you.")
It ends abruptly so I tacked on the first couple of bars of what happens next.
Thank you for any comment, good or bad.