Turn from that road's beguiling ease; returnto your hunger's turret.
Enter, climb the stairchill with disuse, where the croaking toad of timeregards from shimmering eyes your slow ascentand the drip, drip, of darkness glimmers on the stoneto show you how your longing waits alone.
What alchemy shines from under that shut door,spinning out gold from the hollow of the heart?
Enter the turret of your love, and lieclose in the arms of the sea; let in new sunsthat beat and echo in the mind like soundsrisen from sunken cities lost to fear;let in the light that answers your desireawakening at midnight with the fire,until its magic burns the wavering seaand flames carress the windows of your tower.
