And the summer of seas fell under Sharp spears of light. There is Only one road in sight. Not of my Making, and unknown by you. The seashore Falls. Skies blaze Over love's moribund countenance.
Eyes surcingle a stream of light.
The sweat Of yesterdays rises in me. Sing of Silence and winter, and of elm trees, For the way is unknown. Your lion Of body roars in my bones. Waves fall Onto waves, before returning To the site of forgetting. It is always tomorrow When white apricot trees bloom.