A Song To Ek

The leaves are dead and rotting The fish buried under the mud The bear is in his cave sleeping Snow floats down from above The Earth is solidly frozen While my heart burns with such heat For you, my love who was chosen To deliver me from the deep Deep, dark depths of solitude Flash of lightning under the waves The water churls and whirls into A funnel of death and decay Above, your own storm whirling Black thunder clouds, howling winds We send our Souls out hurling To crash together and to blend But what sweet blending it is! The twist of our mutual storms The sunrise of our hearts begin Such bliss it is to see the morn.