I found you in fondest fields.
Dancing transcendence, divine.
With worries of ages bound to your spirit.
Spun like silk of deepest black.
Oh! supreme lover.
Love this lonely and loathsome fool.
I have lost all sense.
Fatigued by thought and possession.
The sun sets.
And the light transcends your dark beauty.
Dancing brings your hair to writhe in the midst of perfection.
Femenine waves - tempest.
The very presence of you.
Fills me with sweet burden.
From the want of your grace.
Intoxicated by the agony of longing.
