Soaring high
swooping low...

Ocean waves lap the shore
Sun raises a sleepy head...

Still now beating heart
rest flies on gossamer wings...

I stand
as Janus...

Step inside my parlor
Said the spider to the fly...

You reach for me
I am here...

I know not when it happened
Cannot plot the pivotal point...

For this day I have planned and yearned.
Imagined, desired, hoped...

Luscious slumbering beauty
Awhile longer I will linger...

Volatile mountain
Docile magma filled giant...