One morning, a young woman opened her windows and looked upon the world.
As her Beloved stood before her in a garden, she spoke
and then will you kiss me
will you reach inside and
have my soul come joyful to the eye
and lay beside me in fruitful slumber
or will silent fury again give form to a chasm between us
which no bridge of mind or heart can cross
if life is a mystery, then you are its keeper
for ever in approaching life I am repelled
and what repels me I cannot reach, though I strive ever to touch it
only when life opens its heart to me, and I open my heart to it, am I redeemed
lest the winds of destiny sweep me from its ways, and casts me into a a place
where hope and daylight die, and my soul can no longer see
this mystery without delusion.