...In the stirring of the night,
... Part joy, part ethereal fright,
... Wakened awash, in moonlit rite,
... Gaze.
... In the stirring of my limbs,
... Part ache, part unconscious whims,
... Brush of skin, summons sacral hymns,
... Touch.
... In the stirring of my heart,
... Part reverie, part piercing dart,
... Sometimes few words are the art,
... Lost.
... In the stirring of the whole,
... Part piety, part dancing on coals,
... Gaily laughing like a new born soul,
... Found,
...Loved,
...Loving.
