I roamed aloneO barren dreams.My echoed voicewhat lonely comfort.Here is my salvationI hear the triumph drumthe rhythm of the risingthe long-awaited sun.

If only I had feathered wingsthat could bend and curve and reachbeyond imagined dreamsunhindered by the weight of earth.

But with what wonder has the season comeIts treasure lies in earthen shipsthat carry dreams across the foam.And how your memory of Sarah rapesthe fleshly heart that once bore scenesnow veiled in smoky stains of tearsit cries as on its crutches leansand ever fills itself with fears.Be born anew to taste the skyLay waste cocoon and upwind fly.