Let thy seed sodden
and thy light enlighten
on the path
beyond your sorrow
to stretch out
on another tomorrow.

Let thy frigidness of a stony chantry
and thy lungful breathing,
test its toning
to its purpose.
Let the others falter
harmonizing with patience
as the gentil silhouette leans and curves.

Let thy priestess in,
wait no longer
the setting lay forth and the journey launched,
adios to thy tormented soul.