To R.
L.
ER her voice, her name,
Eyes, quietness neither,
That moved through the light, that
Cold stalk in her
Bitten of some blue
Knew I before nor saw.
This was a dream.
Ah,
This was a dream.
There was
Laid on the cloths of a
We drank together.
Her
Was a lion's mouth out of
Cold with a fable of water.
Faces I could not
Watched me with gentleness.
Folded my body with wings.
I cannot love you she said.
My head she laid on her breast.
As stillness with ringing of beesI was filled with a singing of praise.
Knowledge filled me and peace.
We were silent and not ashamed.
Ah we were glad that day.
They asked me but it was
Dead they meant and not I.
She was beside me she said.
We rode in a desert place.
We were always happy.
Her
Jangled with earrings of gold.
They told me the wind from the
Was the cold wind to be feared.
We were galloping under the
This was a dream,
This was a dream.
And her
Was not your mouth nor her eyes,
But the rivers were four and I
As a secret between us, the
Hands touch, it was you.
