Vibrations about the flitting wings
of a sparrow stir the knitting winds
that intimate the strain he sings
in delicate untainted rings.

The sound of placatory waves
splash upon the walls of caves,
echoing with a pulse and pace
that causes my heart to race.


My figure taut in fixed animation,
essence rapt by an incantation,
nothing expresses the veneration
I've always had for her creation.