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The Introduction

Psyche’s Journey

E.S.Miller

All content copyright Beth Miller Estate

This is the pen

that walks across the borders of reality

in Nature’s hand begotten,

not with wilful recipe,

but with the force that drives on

trembling fingers to spell obscenities

on lavatory walls

and beg for mercy against a Judgement Day.

Newsprint tells you

how to write for profit,

and how to pass examinations

but not to scribble

in the margins of Tom Tiddlers ground

where words play with gold and silver.

The Snow-bird comes

to find a mate in reeded banks

before the Winter floods subside:

and when the sun-dried rushes

bend apart the new green shoots,

his beating wings will make a space

to foster her fidelity.

There she will make a nest

in which to lay the burden of fertility

till feathered quills unfold

that tell of a Winter’s labour.

Listen to the sound of water

flowing into lines that lead to inland seas,

where fishes spawn and diving birds

fulfil Spring duties to their young.

Stay with me to the end,

and we will consummate a new beginning

to old Love.

The Start

I fell down yesterday

into a tomb,

and what do you think I could do

to get myself out?

I lay on the earth stunned.

Then in moved the saints

with their milk-white wings

and peripheral commitment.

After them

came a host of horrified hands.

Then feet

that trampled on my wounded mind.

I couldn’t tell in the dark

who caught my hand

and lifted me up.

Was it you?

I feel no broken parts,

The matrix is unchanged,

It’s just that my breath is fitful,

and my thoughts are uncollected.

Listen in the dark

to the drum-beat

and small feet

running in passages.

Are you deaf?

said the heart

to the silence,

or do you need bells

to ring in your ears

to wake you?

My body’s for nobody

now that I’m old

for who will love my tired feet

and fallen breasts?

The recipe for grace has beaten me,

and I no longer flush with shame

for my transparent heart

now that the flame has left my skin

and dances with the wild

wild shadows on the wall.

This is the point of contact

where the burning flash of a short-circuit

chars flesh to the bone.

The mind distraught with pain

flies from the cataclysmic force.

Gas central heating presents no problems,

but accommodation for original fire

needs a hearth for safety.

That’s the rub

fire burns.

My blistered fingers shake

with fear of the spark

that lights the flame

or fades.

Now the cold months are here,

and I long for a hearth

to hold my blazing fire.

Hardened steel

in a surgeons’ hand

lets blood for life,

and circumscribes

the route to the heart

Splintered bone

and torn flesh

tell of a fall

in the dark

Helpless and bound,

blood flowed to the earth

and Death stood ready

to cover the grave;

till countered by

the blood of your heart,

the fall was my beginning.

In Gethsemane,

grey olive trees bear singing birds

and the sun casts the shadows of the day.

Scented thyme, crushed by heavy-laden feet,

smells sweet in Gethsemane.

Purple flowers on stoney banks,

that shelter the lizard and the toad,

softened the road to Calvary.

There is no protection for the open heart,

save love.

It guides the surgeon’s knife

and seals the children’s fate;

It lightens the load on tired feet

and drives believers to the stake.

He sits reflecting

behind his gleaming glasses,

listening.

Sometimes to the croaking frog,

sometimes to sounds that rise

from the hammer and the saw,

or the whine of the high-speed drill

in my heart.

He sleeps

when the sun is brightest,

and wakes in the shadows of dreams.

Beauty stirs him to worship,

and love is the vessel of his universe.

He is me and I am he.

The pumping of my heart

I fill

I fill

I fill

tells of the restoration

of a damaged valve,

and the force that sends life

to tired limbs and lightens the load

borne in solitude.

Now that the hangman’s noose

has parted Body and Head,

the claims of life and death

have dropped their trap.

Do you hear what I’m saying? –

Hang flowers on the gibbet.

Swing bells on the rope of the Executioner

and ring a peal for Spring.

Speak of understanding in music,

play words on the telling strings,

and love will orchestrate new images

and order for this resurrection.

The music in my blood

forces me to dance

though rats gnaw my hair awhile.

Melodic line transposes rhyme

and tottering feet lurch

and spill their message from the Gods.

Sound the drums!

The changing steps are ready

to perform a new quadrille.

It is time for the Maypole game,

when boys and girls ring round

with ribbons flinging out and back again,

their swinging course circling the ancient tree.

But now this day of liberty

is lost in a calendar of holidays,

my music has become a lunacy.

OnceIfell

wheretheblueflowersgrow

caughtinthehyacinthfoldsofSpring.

Waterranbymossybanks

withoutdirection

orpromiseofrenewal,

onlyforpleasureinthegreengrowth.

SomuchforloveinSpring.

Nowyellowleaveshavecome

togildtheExitgates

wherewemustgobycrossingpaths,

andchangingwindswillswingourdestiny.

RoundthebendIgo

onareturnjourney

tothelandwhereIwasborn

intothestormofwar,andleftto

gofarfromthelandofhome-bakedpie

tothedesertlifeofcitystreets

andFather’sruinedhopes.

DidyousayMother?

ButtherewasnoMother

inthechillofcoldporridge.

Gnarledbonesofthewitheredtree,

hungwithMother’swatchandchain.

Evergreen.

Nevergreen.

Daysofmilk-teeth.

fingersintothisandthat.

NoNo,notthatagain,

notthatagain.

Hogmanaybroughtoatengifts,

andFirstFootingstilled

thechildren’scryingfortheOldYeargone.

Giveapenny,

takeapenny,

Beggarsatthewitheredtreegreet

andgreet.

(Scottishdialect.

Greet=Cryout)

Thiscat’sallegiancetothehearth

definesahomewithin.

Herninelivessavedher

fromthehungrydogs,

tillthesheathedclaws

ofhersoftpawsfound

safecustody.

Aloneshetakestheroutes

sheknowswillbringherback

towaitherheart’sreturn.

GodmadeEve

fromasparerib,

thebutcher’scut

forFather’sdinner.

BloodoftheFather

stainsforalleternity,

andsomeoftheMother

carrythewound.

Whereareyougoingto

myprettymaid?

I’mgoinga-fishing,Sir,

shesaid,

sincethere’snomilk

forFather’sgirl

Nomilkatall.

Thenwhataboutsome

Pitch-and-Toss

downinthehay?

ONo,shesaid,Sir,

Imustbemyfather’sdinner

ever-more

top-sideup

overneckandchops

withtheoffalonthefloor

Mybelly-fullofyesterdays

liesheavywithouturgency

tostirmysluggishbowel.

Myopenmouth

iscrammedwithfollies

andmyspittledrywithfear.

Ihavedrunktoomuch.

Myheadfallsonmyhand.

Mymindbesotted

reelswithstars.

Mybodyails.

Grieftricklesfrommymouth,

andshameblindsmyeyes.

Keepheartformeinmydecay

whenallmymembersshrink,

andpalsystealsmysteadyhand.

Pleasecutastickformetolean

onwhenmyshouldersbend

andfindalittlestool

toholdmytiredfeet.

Wasitgoldordross

intheup-turnedcrock?

Themeasureofmytears

islostinthetorrentoffloodwater.

IusedtoknowthatWinterended

whengrowthcircledmyyear,

notanymore.

Thefrostinmyhair

isnot|Winter.

Thechillinmyheart

isnotice.

Whatisagebutforever

whenspringhaspassedby?

Beyondthecataclysm,

Bewilderment,liesandfalsealignment.

Thereisthestuffoffortitude.

Whereinthisworldismoderatedpain

saveattheMother’sbreast?

“Igaveawaymysilkendressforashes,

andmygoldenringforlove”shesaid,

“togetherwiththegemsthatflashlight

indarkness.”

Fidelity,infidelity

thatfillheartswithdoubt

begentlewiththismind

tillplayersfindtheirpartsagain

inthisimmortalstory.

Theroadsarecrossed

inNo-man’sland

farfromthegardenofGethsemane.

Wehavenostakeinlove;

wethatshowthewayarevirgin

inthehiddenentrancetotheheart.

You’llfindusinbrightlights

andmusic

singingoldwordsoflove,

stagedslightly.

byticketentrytoamemoryofjoy

Whospeaksforthevictim?

Ortheunclean?

Thewebbthatholdsherfast

floodlit,needsastage

toregisterimpunity…

andmakeapactwithLove.

ForLoverunsthrough

thestreetsatnight,

scatteringtickets

forjourneystodiscover

ice-packedfortune,

goldenrain,

andriversflowingupwardstothesun,

andleavetolieanddream.

Therearethose

whoareborntosleep,

andthreadthroughtheday

tellingtheirbeads

astheypassstations

setoutbytime

andhoursofregularemployment.

Therearethose

thattrustintheday’sreturn,

andplenty.

Somemovecrab-wise

alongside-streets,

awayfromthemain-thoroughfare,

butI,fearfulofloss,

standstill.

Heisnotdead,

mymid-nightcaller

buthaschangedthetimeforlove

today-lighthours.

Hecouldbetheplumber

orthemeterman.

Youwouldn’tknowthatEros

isahandy-man

theone-timejoker,

andPrinceofSleep.

BeforeIwoke,

andsawhimthere,

Hespokesongsofever-lastinglove

intomyear,

sweeterthansweet,

andsharperthanthesword,

thatswingsOrion’sloins

acrosstheskyonWinternights

andstolemyyouth.

Youareforalltime,

mygentleman.

Soundandspaceputustogether

whensightandtouchfailedus.

Thecupfromwhichwedrink

isheldbyunseenhands.

Ourlamp-litvisionmoves

withtheshadowsonthewall,

stirringnewimagesfromoldillusions.

Youholdmytruth,

notskillorwit,

norevenbeauty’sdyingflame.

Inhonour,

weshallshowourbest,

Inlove,

provefaith.

Didyouknow

thatbellsareringing

undertheice-boundlake?

Maybeyouhavetostoptohearthem

wherethewaterfallsfree

inthewarmsun,

andrunshead-longthroughbanks

burstingwithgreensong

intothefathomlesssea.

Soslowdotheglaciers

movefromtheheights

intowarmvalleys.

Deep-frozenandsun-bled,

blue-jawscrackontherockhardbed

thatspansathousandyears.

Mostly,

purpleflowerscomefirst

aftertheWinter,

thenyellowforSpringdays

orblue.

PinkbudscomeinMay,

andinhighSummer

crimsonhasaturnaswell.

ButscarletAutumnburnsme

onitssacrificialwheel.

Fruitfalls

bereftofpickers

inoldorchards,

ripefordecay

untiltheday

whenapplecheeksaredust,

andalltheleaves

havevanishedinthewind.

Mynamehasescapedme,

blowndownthestreet

withthedustman’sleavings.

Itisnotregistered

insoundorform,

norinthetelephonedirectory.

Mywordsareflyinginprofusion

tossingandturningblindly,

singingorcrying

atthetouchoflove;

playingwithfire,

andrunningfeet,

skippingwherethesmallwavescross

intheshallows–

scatteringoptionsintheroaringsurf.

Mythoughtsarelost.

Takecareofme,Love,

andneverfearthatIshall

leaveyouinmyriperyears,

orplaytheinfidel.

YouandIshalllodgetogether

inonehouseforevermore

topraiseourmatchlessdays;

formarriagebindsinmortalstate

andLoveinspell-boundimmortality.

Lighthousesignalsandanglesmeeting

onanavigators’chart

spelldirectionmeasured

fromthematrixofthecompassbearing.

Mypurposefadeseachtime

thesunfallsintoshadow.

Notsothehumblebee

whoplotsherhomingcourse

hourbyhour,

flowerbyflower,

ladenwithsweetintent

tostoreagainsttheWinterhardship.

Ihavelostmyvoice

andallthoseuntoldsongs

thatrise

andfall

inwaves

breakingontheshore.

Maybeitfellover-board

intothemercifulsea

andliesinsomesafeanchorage

farfromtheeyeofthewind.

Butdidyounotsay

youhearditcrying

withthegulls

thatfollowtheplough

whenthestormisatsea?

Stonesrattle

onthebeachedhull,

castbyroughwaves.

Bonespickedclean

byravenousgulls

aresuckedbythesea.

Didyouhearthestorm

inthenight

thatthrewheronalee-shore?

Ordidshejust

driftrudderless

off-course?

Butmaybelovethrewawayhisbow,

ortoreaparthiswings

tofindamortalform,

andfell,

foulofthewind.

Sheisgone.

Thereisnorecordofthedayshecame.

Wordsdriftdown

thetidalriver

whereshelay

inherbriefanchorage.

Tornfragmentsofmemories,

chasedbythescatteringwind,

makepatchwork

toemployoldfingersaftertea,

stitchingthepatternsofthehoneycomb.

Neversay

itwasherheartthatfailedher,

orthatitbroke.

NoNo

Itwasjustthathearts

werenothersuit.

HereAladdin’scave

narrowstotheneck

whereallmustkneeltoenter,

andgraspinghands

moveslowlyintothehollowdark.

Therearenosigns

ofmeasureddistance

ordetailsonceremembered

thatsoftenthedreadofnoreturn.

Thejewelsofthemind’s

wideopeneyes

thatshineinthelightofday,

castshadowsonthecavernwalls

andgrowdimwiththeslowmarchinward.

Nowgatherupyourwealth

togiveitup,

andstarttheJourney

madeindarknessandintrust.

Sinkinginthedepth

aloneIgo

driftingthroughgarbage

thrownoverboard.

Thereisnoshelterforthefallen

inthisone-waytide

ofshadowthatturns

thehandsoftime.

Lostandfound

foundandlost

aloneIgo.

Afterthemake-believe

comestheplain-song,

unaccompaniedanonymoussound

inarchedhollows.

Listen.

Windblowsinthepipes

Rainfeedstheguttergullies.

Silentfeetarebreakinginto

intorunningrhythm.

Omeasureyourfeetwithmine,

forfearhardensthefrail

arteriesthatleadfrommyheart.

Hillbelowhill

inbreak-necktorrents,

riversofSunrunwildinthevalleys

andcarrymeofffrommybed.

NobodyknowswhereI’vegone

forI’vegonetothelandofthedead,

joinedwitharmiesoffore-bears

thatmarchundersleep.

Wakinganddreaming

dreamingandwaking

pursuedbyre-newal,re-newedbypursuit,

theriversofSunrunwildinthevalleys

andcarrymeofffrommybed.

Takemedowndeep

underthegreenswellofsleep.

Takemedowndeep.

Light-limbedandfingerheld

floatingindesiresuspended

ribbonwreaths

willwaveinourhair

wherefishesspawn

andeelsbeneathkeels

followontheirancientcourse.

Tideswillbalance

gainandloss

andswingusgently

wherenoechosoundcanreach,

toandfro

toandfro

Takemedowndeep.

Avoiceinafaroffregister

said

Iamtherosepetalpipe

thataccompaniessymbols

andstringsofallusions

throughmultiplelevelsofsound,

andallthewhile

wordsaremakingtheirway

intoburstsofsong

fromthecrumblingofcommonsense.

Heiscaught

inthenetofthesea,

strangledbylimbs,

hisownlimbs

sinkingandfloating

inthetidaleyeofthemoon,

boundinhisMother’sblood.

Makenomistake,

itisagainst

thein-bornwasteshefightstofind

thering-catchofreleaseinto

thesoundlessswellofevergreen

bereavement.

Iseewiththebat’seyes

andflywiththebat’swings,

soundingthenightfordirection.

Day-lightroutes,

place-named

andnumberedformapentry,

signalcodesthatsendmerunning

tothecliffsofGadarene

andtheblindalleysofdeception.

Closetotheworld’send,

byborder-landsofnightandday,

Ilookedtofindyou,

tillnight-blinded

bytheexitoutofsleep

Ifellintothescorpion’spit.

Warheads

closedmein.

Isaw

thedoubletonguedrepeaters

spittingfire,

andair-bornmonstersscreaming

outofcloudsofdust;

earthbursting

involcanicfountains

forcingfugitivestorunfor

shelterinthewaysideditches.

Thenwitharoar

andlighteningflash,

stone

timber

andsplinteredglass

thrownhigh

bysomemalignantgiant

camecrashingdown.

Andstillmoredevastationcame

tomurderthemaimed

lestsomeonelivedtotellthetale

HatredmadeHell

onanunknownfront,

whenLoveexploded

andleftathousanddeaths.

Afterthetornado,restorationstarts.

Shufflingthroughrubble

inthewakeofsplinteredglass

fallenwallsandbrokentimbers.

Ipushmybloodylimbs.

Itwasformyprotection,yousaid,

thatthedemolitionorder

wasservedatshortnotice.

Ididnotseektoevictthethieving

Jackdawsorthegnawingratsthatfound

openwindowsandthedoorsajar.

Canyouseemethroughthedustandashes

orwillyoupassmeby?

Thekeystoneofmyshattered

heartislostintherubble.

Itwasformyprotection,

yousaid,

thatthedemolitionorder

wasservedatshortnotice.

Ididnotseektoevict

thethievingJackdaws,

orthegnawingrats

thatfoundopenwindows

andthedoorsajar.

Firerisk?

Therewasnofire,

orwarmthtolose

afteryou’dgone.

Becalmed,thePaterNoster

movesourlips

butwhenthewind

licksupthedog-tonguedwaves

tobaretheirfrothingteeth

wetrembleattheMother’swrath

andbegformercy.

Corruptible.

Incorruptible.

Weswingfullcircle

onthechangingtideforeveranchored

totheshyencountersofSunandMoon,

untilthedog-days’heatisdone,

andweshallrisedividedandasone.

Thefloatingcastaway

swingsonthenurslingwaves

tothesoundofsingingbelow.

There,wideopenmouthsshowpearls

andfishesriseandfall

toguardthecoralgates

thatleadtotheheartofMother.

Imprisonedthusthecastawayfloats

thiswayandthat,

searchingforlovetosethisspiritfree.

Deathcomestoo

acrossgreenfields,

hispurplecapinhand,

hisblacklocksblowinginthewind.

Hetakesthedyinginhisarms

andhangstheirgarlands

ineverlastinggroves.

You’llfindhiminthegoldenwine

andlaughter,

thegranaryandwisdom.

Hestandswithme

towatchnewlambsinSpring

andburningleavesinAutumn.

Heismyshadow

andgivesmemydimension.

Noslowmusic

willaccompanymyend,

ordrumsroll,withtrumpets

soundingovermygrave.

ONo,mycrownwillhang

wheretheblackthorngrows

andMagpieslaysorrow

withtheirtreasure.

Takemydeathlightly

whenitcomes,

forblackhasbeen

myfaithfulfriendsolong;

itframesmycolourandhonours

thebonesofallwhodream.

IsaidAmen

onthefirstdayofSpring

whenIsawtheclown

crucified.

Therewerenailspiercing

hisdancingfeet

andacapofthorns

forhiscrown.

Thelaughingmask

onhispaintedface

thatmadethechildrensmile

iswashedcleanbytherain

frommydrowningeyes

asIsitwithmygrief

atthetreewherehehangs

likealeaffromaSummergone.

OChristmasmystery

dry-boned

inEaster’sskeletaltruth,

cometobirthagain!

Miraclere-borninancientcreed,

LifeandDeathinwedlockbound.

Spiritcross-purposed

bemine!

Asinglebreath

gotmewithchild,

mouth-yieldofmylabour.

Shameholdsthebastardfast

againstthetime

whenallisknown

andthisourchildbecalledunnatural

abrain-childofillicitlove.

Ogivemestrength

tobeartheshaftsofignominy!

withouttheshieldyoustole

thedayyouleft.

HulloEgg!

Wherearethetrammelsofconceptiongone?

andthegeneticfervour

knownaslove?

Yoursimplebeauty,Egg,

isnomeanachievement,

andhidesthefirewithin

thatsetsthePhoenixflying

atthetimeappointed.

Thischild,

fatheredbylove

andfatherless,

hasturnedfull-circleinmywomb,

andgatheredstrengthtomove

head-strongintothedarkpassage

Sharpsignalspierceme,

andmyrushingbreathtellsofperil

stalkingthroughstretched

archespastbeatingdrumsthatmark

theprogressofthisscarletstranger.

Theslowmarchlabourson,

untilafaroffringinginmybrain

proclaimstheparting

andforgottenpowerforcestheexit

toyieldbeforethecrown.

Callupthefrost-boundstars

toshowertheirfire

incelebrationofthisbirth!

Whistleupthefourwinds

tomeetandswingthecradle,

gently,gently,

soweshallsleep,mychildandI

whilelovereturns

tolighttheblackenedsky.

Furthertomydreams

themarvelsofcreationlie,

noteasedinsleep

orsaplinggrowthonshelteredslopes,

butwheregreattrees

rootdeepintime

thatringsthehard-woodtrunks,

andswingstheirboughs

weightedwithgold,

atheightsdeterminedbygeneticcode

andrandompropagation.

Yesterdaythefountain-head

joinedusinpurpose

tillthisnew-bornchild

calledusfromlabourtoblindus

withwonderatthisproofoflove.

Inthemiddleofthecity

birdsrest.

Whynot?

Theycomefromallfourcornersoftheearth

tomeetinhonourofaRoyalBirth.

North,South,

Eastandwest,

theymatcharrivaltimes

andcircleonevenwings

tolandjostlingandshrill,

tosharetheirpointsofview

withNelsonandthelions.

Reason,purpose,virtuehangsuspended

Occasionreigns.

Knowingandnotknowing,thebirdshavecome

toleavethecentreforaflyingstart.

Curbtheforce

thattakesustothegrave

lestthebanksburst

andfloodthemeadowland.

Highwindsandtides

andforthrightwords

carrystrengthtobreakthrough

loadedlocksandbreachthedam

thatholdsthepowertogenerate

atransformation.

Sluicegatesyieldat

thelineofexit,

themill-racepoursinguidedflow,

andwherewillyoube,mymaidenlove,

whenthewheelstartsturningforme?

Thunderingfallsfilltheair

withparticlesofrainbowlight.

Incosmicsplendour

upleapstheSpectre

toclaimhisdiamondcrown

swingingonhisknees

hishugeknees

withflattenedthighsastride.

Uprisesthegoldenbulrush

fromitssilversheath,

andfromhisfeatheredtorso

springsthehead

withasingleeye

ablazewithfire.

Watchhimstirsleepersfromtheirdreams,

drawspiritsfrombarewalls

andopeneyesclosedindelusion.

Hismagicvoicewillrousethechildren’splay

withskippingwordsandsinginglines

inthewearyhoursoftime.

Whyhashecomesolate

towrestthepillowfrommyhead?

Nodepth,orspace,ortime

caneverclosehiminagain.

Themasterofillusion

looksfornewinvestment.

Comingdowntoearth

fromoutofthecloud-wrappedheights

totheashesofwastehours,

lostlinesandbrokenwords,

oneparticleremainstolightanotherfire.

Thebody’stouch

withtastesound,smellandsight,

renewshum-drumwaysofworkingdays

stoppingandstarting,

andcuttingcornerstofindnewroutes,

myrattle-bangbusproceeds

acrosshillsandvalleys

andknowsnolineofparting.

Aloneandtogether

Pilgrimsmaketheirway.

Waitingforthefishtorise

theWatcherholdshisbrief,

until

risingandfalling

fallingandrising

shefindsherfeetagain.

Shehasalucidlook

inhereyesagain

nowthetroubledwater

hasresumeditscalm.

Eyesclosedinblindness

haveregainedtheirsight,

forseeingaltersthemirrorimage,

andsleepreturnstoplumb

thedepthatnight.

Shallowsmarktheexit

fromthedepth

whensure-footedsteps

returntoupperslopes.

Mylay-aboutsuit

wasfloweredwithpoppiesofthegrave.

Itwasaneataffair,

becomingtomyage,

andhidmytremblingheart.

Appraisingmyuncovering

mycounsellorscommendmyfortitude,

deflectingstrickenglancesfromthedoor.

Buttheseedsofdecay

aresetinfurrowedlines.

ThereisnoSpringrenewal.

Ihangbythethread

thatjoinsdeathandimmortality.

Thefabricofmyspendthriftlife

isdueforre-newal.

It’sthreadbarepatchesandburstingseams

haveseensomeserviceandsurvived.

Signsoffadingthatsoften

thescarsoffortuneandbetrayal,

hidestainsofnegligence.

Fearofexposuretothemid-daysun

thatburnsskin-deep,

isnotofthebrightlight,

butlossofsilentshadeforsongsters.

Letcolourcomewithspringingwords

andmyoldclothesout-livetheclaimsoffashion.

Leteveningcomewithsingingbirds

andnightrestoredimension.

Wewillleavetheworldoneday

we,theliving,

andotherswillcometolive

inourfamiliarplaces.

Childrenofthespirit,

orphansofconvention,

andthebewildered,

willmaketheirdailyjourneytothecity

ontrackslaiddown

byever-watchfulvigilants

fearfulofchange.

Yourfeetandmine,togetherforawhile,

travelwithoutconcessionaryfares

forareturnjourney.

Wewillgothroughdeserts,

scalemeasuredheights

andsinkinwatersofabysmaldepth.

Risingandfalling

sinkingandswimming,

Wego.

Dear Love,

that carries all my passion,

never leave me.

Tear aside the curtain of bewilderment

and call me by name.

Let my mark be your mark,

light as a feather

from the golden wing that touches

the eyes of lovers in their sleep.

And when they wake

fold sorrow in these lines

and join our hands in celebration.