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
