In the mercy caul of night, Where time is frail as memory, In the technicolor film of ocean salt, With eyes of yearn and mute wonders, There, I saw you once more. We walked through the rushes green Of warmth, broke into dreams dawning Meadows of casting light, where winged Creatures, colourful as we, lilting in midair Spiraled, drifting through the gleaming Thoroughfares of endless Mays, of tingle And flame, where once before, we found Ourselves at the misty plateaus reflection Of star shine and flight, nary silhouetted, Yet, framed in the snow melted tarns Of golden, glorious, Olympus.