Eve of the air, drifting high,
astride the ether;
Eve, ever ephemeral,
tilting at the clouds!
Her face is as fresh as the day,
her eyes as clear as light.

She is all that I want!

In her soul’s deep blue expanse
she welcomes every song --
Her flush blood breathes in
every poet’s prayer.
Her heart is open to all life!

Slowly, in silence,
with timeless grace,
she crosses my mind,
when my thoughts rise proudly;
when my foolish fancy ascends aloft,
into sweet and daring dreams.

She has seen my search
and she knows my way:
how often I reach for the warm,
familiar sun; as well, she has
distilled my secret yearning
for the cold, distant stars.

She realizes how easily
my eyes are dazzled by their
pearlescent shine, beyond,
while my flesh hungers for
the ambient heat of
the radiant beloved, above.

She has gleaned my longing
for heaven’s treasures
and she has parsed the
utterance of my heart.

She knows my way.
I am weak
for her iconic embrace,
for she is all that I want.

In her spacious arms,
all these desires are fulfilled.
In her celestial realm
all my dreams fly free.