One, where the dark sea assaulted the pale shore
With a single mighty wave,
Turn away from the city, as a tower is erected;
And rapidly run by the white path, to it
And see how the tower dominates your gaze;
And from nearby you feel vibrating prayer chimes
Calling you to worship.

Along the lighted path, she lazily walked with me,
Her eyes never leaving mine
And not a thought wasted, on the silent staring people.
With hush of condemnation, and numbered suits . . .
And it seems to her, gradually, she is being led
that he could rescue her, there in the howling evening air,
These deep and vocal things . . .
And she follows him away from the city, to leave here behind

Along the lighted path, beneath cherry trees
That released their scent, as we quietly lie.
Beside her, mockingbirds perch on the shore of the sea of cattails.
Beside her, a single lover smiles and sings.
And life is concealed beneath subtle sighs,
And death with laughter and pleasure
And the trees grow bright and the moonlight kisses our lips
And we pluck candies from the sky, and drown in each others eyes.