Here in the  ***** of good heart
I did space my sleep out between the sun
And its hiding place,  the other side
The way our hands fit, or sleeves slide down
Revealing flesh to the cones and rods of my eyes
Relieving under the flesh, your ******* torment
Was a lonely winter for both of us , but we can breathe now and clear our aching heads
The blue mountains reflecting our own dimension
And our friend the sun rising yet again
To mark the end of easy sleep
And the beginning of a new spring.