Close enough to hear you thinking
And want to dream within your dreams
To touch your hair so softly sleeping
Weaving whispered worlds on loving themes
 
I would not shift within the pattern
So close to the mist of your sigh
Soon to break with waking
Arise to dress and die
  
Quick in thought the sun will shade us
Casting your shadow on my mind --
Life's lies laid bare by our fury's Truth:
My soul is yours and yours is mine.

 
 
 
 
  DEDICATION
 

 

n su now depkeu, mhd ommasin hso teqhpwV
htiV kai qnhtoisi nomizetai eufutoV arqroiV,
th te fila froneousi kai arqmia erga telousi,
Gnqosunhn kaleonteV epwnumou hd Afrodith;
thn ou tiV meta toisin elissomenhn dedahke
qnhtoV anhr su d akoue logou stolon ouk apathlon.
tauta gar isa te panta kai hlika gennan easi,
timhV d allhV allo medei, para d hqoV ekastw,
en de merei krateousi periplomenoio cronoio.
kai ploV toiV out ar ti epigignetai oud apolhgei
eite gar efqeironto diampereV, ouket an hsan
touto d epauxhseie to pan ti ke; kai poqen elqon;
ph de ke khxapoloito, epei tvnd ouden erhmon;
all aut estin tauta, di allhlwn de qeonta
gignetai allote alla kai hnekeV aien omoia.

 

 

 

Evidently,

Empedocles is right:

Our Beloved Aphrodite

is in all women. . . 

 

Look!

Do you see Her here?

 

 

And here?

 

 

And here?

 

 

In Body and Soul,

Know Her Grace!