Now I remember

all I had waited for.

Even when I was young

I had already known you long, O strong young god!

Ancient one, flying into Chaos before the Stars were born,

righting sun and earth and stars to perfect order.

I have seen you in storm clouds rising in the dusk,

clouds towering in far-shot sundown glow.

I remember...

Once we stood by heaving loud rock-broken waves...

Came down a dewy mountain trail

where high trees hung their dripping rock-borne branches over our

parting kiss...

We walked on high hill ridges over moss and grass

while rain and sun passed overhead,

vistas of trailing showers where snow peaks and running white clouds

mingled ...

Slept on wild moon-spotted leafy ground where tall trees reached above..

A whippoorwill in a sycamore across the whispering shallows sang

all night...

We followed the creek to its source,

sprang up huge tumbled rocks in that deep glen,

stripped our bodies bare and plunged in cool clear pools,

stood gasping under roaring waterfalls pouring heavy on our shoulders. . .

We slept by the lake, sheltered and warm from rain, hearing water clash and run on the gravelled shore. And I have seen you run across the night

trailing your radiance in one brief glowing streak

winging to the far and radiant Gulf that gave you birth.

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