The silent carcass stirs, chest rising and falling again,
The time of rebirth appears to be now, not somewhen.
Her lovely bare feet pad silently across my floor,
Her soft lips have been breeching my heart's door.
She is wind and rain and loud thunder rolling strong,
So tired of hearing the true and the right, called wrong.
The Capital at the beginning and the period at the end,
Can your lover and your dream, also be your best friend?
To finally break through all the old walls and doors,
The vessel tugs at its cables, so ready to unmoor.
To sail on a body so supple and beyond compare,
To begin the long journey, and already be there…