Out of the wind you visit me,
With the rain of being,
Still fresh on your clothes.
I ask where have you been?
You say: Hidden deep in a haze,  
Of swordtail and swallows,
Living at ease as we did,
When last, we once parted,
Laughing wild as emerald fire,
Leapt cosmic from our *******,
As blue dogs danced madly,
At our capricious request.
How grey our thin hair,
has grown since then!
If you follow me now,
I’ll I enchant you again!