This endless, yearning arc of sky–
The arching chambers of my heart.
A storm stirs here, beneath my breast;
I weep for gifts beyond my art.
The sky tears open a torrent of wild desire:
Love rolls like thunder. Love roars like fire.

This boundless, dream-tossed plane of waves–
The unlit vastness of my mind.
In the dark, great mysteries move;
Dim moonlit tracks are all I find.
The waters rise as breeze blows into gale:
Love leaps up and fills its skimming sails.

(for Raf, 3/10/05)