And God said let there be light
And butterflies appeared
Sensuous as a moon
On a fragranted night
With jasmines in her hair.
And God said in the beginning was the word
And the cataract thundered
In a kaleidoscope of white
Wings like water sundered
Dancing on the belly of a stream
Rolling on the breast of the sea.
And God said let there be love
And moon came naked through the curtain
And poet sighed
Willing but still uncertain
Where she will go when day has come
And passions are mute as a stickless drum.