Yea,what of thise love of man and woman?
See how the east wind dances with her dancing feet,
And the west wind rises singing with his song.
Behold our sacred purpose now enthroned,
In the yielding of a spirit that sings to a body that dances.

Beatween night and morn

Myself,"I shall return with the empty

Boat of my thoughts to the harbour of the

Isle of my birth"

tears and laughter

I steal swiftly from behind the

Blue horizon to case the silver of

My foam upon the gold of his sand,and

We blend in melted briliance