You have made of me a virgin
As I sink into what I have never tasted ~
You
Within which time crumbles a canopy of stars
Where I may dance as a new nebulae ~
You
Within which time crumbles castles in Cumbria
Where space retraces love to beginning ~
Making Us ~
Our misery and poetry
Our coin of completeness
An incense and burning ~
Us
Not to be wished back
To the shores of any sanity
We loose all
But a trust beyond death.
