You are My Summer solstice. My Winter’s Warmth and comfort In twilight, At the close of day.
Far-off places Call and beckon, Through yearnings In your voice. Your eyes glow Of midnight embers, Your dreams Of spangled nights.
Show me by day The weaver’s nest.
The night’s embrace, Beneath Orion’s belt.
I have longed for you.
As the breeze strokes The wide Savannah, My violent yearnings Like a Summer storm, A burnished forest In a mellow Fall, A soaring eagle On a sturdy wing.