More to give you from another time and another place to here and now.
I wish I could speak like music.
I wish I could put the saying splendor
Of the fields into words
So that you could hold Truth
Against your body
And dance.
I wish I could put the saying splendor
Of the fields into words
So that you could hold Truth
Against your body
And dance.
I am trying the best I can
With this crude brush, the tongue,
To cover you with light.
Imagine fields from the 12th century that he sees: golden waves of soft hills in ancient sunset. Just listen to the tingling jingling music from the dancing feet of young veiled women swaying circles among spirals with handsome men inebriated with the heat of the desert night, swirling in ecstasy with Her Love breathing so close to my ticklish throat.