Listen for the drum beats,
as the raven is hushed in the groves,
when the sun shines gold on greenish thicket
that become black at twilight,
then we shall stand together on the shifting
harbor
with each other, to face the morning breeze
as
our hands will touch the ruby and veiled
bodies
across the sky to transfer our warmth,
on airy curtains of awe in one another
until the end of time........
