In the distance a raven
flew over the deep green peaks
down to the shore,
above are the clouds
and the white gulls circling,
at its feet is the racing foam
of the sea with the ever-deep groan
from the heart of the world,
waves pound their cadence
upon the rocks, raising a mist
at the edge of the world…
She wears a white gown and her hair
of red, like burnished copper,
hangs in damp ringlets about her face,
she looks to the sea and listens
to the winds that sing her song,
however sorry, or woeful,
or touched by immortal grief
it may be, little it matters,
for she knows what leads
beyond all perils,
past the storm of tears…
the lost secret of the world–
Love.
