Poem: Excerpt 7
Come with me, my princess of the ivory tower, Let us reach out to the stars; Come share with me my memories of Eternity, the song the West Wind sings, why summers end and winters come, now and forever let us be one; From shore to ocean shore, in rain-washed streets and gardens under the glistening sky, amidst fragrant, flowery fantasies, let us but feel the pulse of our future. Look! There pulsates a new-born star, an infant love, leading to our tryst in mazes of light as millennia pass in the beating of a heart the blinking of an eye the shedding of a tear so clear (crystal clear) - and we, Nature's children, shall be forever enshrined in our star that shines for us at night. -------- ------------------ ------------------ -------------- from Canto 8 of 'The Harvest Season of Love Songs' 1997