Feels like the temperature of all our souls is rising,
everything seems more intense, more beautiful, more real,
the pressure is on, the sound is turned up, the brightness is turned up.
Love is closer to the surface of all things...
She brought me flowers
From the morning
In the dusk of the world.
Cut by the dawn blade of her genius
From the cloth of love,
Cool as the dew quenched night.
