Nary a doubt must your heart murmur Whereby the creatures of the sky and land gather, To feed on heaven's abundance in the open. Come forth my love, Rest easy your frets. In light steps must your form find me, Resting in sweet surrender inside Earth's sweet bower.
'Tis here Gaia summons the wind, On a conch dazzling with rhinestones, And the sky in pearly reverence weeps, To witness her nameless divine. She walks in lithe grace, And the hills and mountains tremble in adoration, While grasses part in delight to make way for her gazelle feet.
What gaiety must the sunflower feel, When the bees cluster to woo her affection 'neath the amber sun! What delight it is to have the wind kiss, my flaming cheeks the colour of a cherry!
Anxious beats my heart, waiting for your footfalls. When your form finds my outstretched arms, I shall bedeck your tresses with stars and kiss away the city's smog from thine eyelashes and Poetry shall find us running among golden fields, Serpentine cities could never truly understand.