A soft age of youth As a stream relinquishes her watery grip upon a lake So go the furtive words of loves secrecy Farewell to these eyes that once lived among stars
You are left formally with a vestige of image One of tender gazes, one born in simplicity of heart Soft fingertips of springs and freshets A filament of star navigates her centuries
A diadem of jewels Needs not a placement on the curls of pastoral love The seasons of harvest dine with their dew Grapes docile in their protective wraps The yields of daily grain a separation of wheat and chaff The cling of ships breathing their swells at sea To love is to live dangerously But it is not danger that one loves but life
A Young golden mare finds her lake of reeds A water of no taste, no color, and no scent It is her cling to life As it is for a woman Unbridled in her expectancy of an unborn star A child of the solar wind Beyond the grip of stellar burn In giving a lie of wisdom The universe protects her aging constellation So as one is involved in the universe The universe he will not see
