Tapping of the drums From the clouds on high, The troubadours of the ruffled air… Euphonic cantata of the ruffling, Rhythmic lore of the highlands,

“My world is full of you, In my dreams and waking hours, Leading me through the maze, Through virgin jungles And across windblown deserts,

The Hunger Never touched before, She wanders through the night A child at play in a woman’s body A target for the hungry

Mother Nature paints the rolling… the summer greens and winter frill… the flowery meadows and rising ver… and the snow on top as it poses an… It dances with the wind without a…

As the new love bit into the loin, a primal love coated with scented… that took us into the wilds that led the way through the rusty… with flaming torches

Torches burning through the melodi… parting the heavy air with all the… yellow flames dancing as in a spir… dressing up the night with an effe… bringing heat to the solemn corrid…

Body of woman, body of man, A design above all earthly thought… Of systems generating systems, An eternal desire staying on cours… Of each replica remaining exact,

Lol she has arrived in all her finery and jewels, dressed in her black and gray cape… her tiara adorned in black gold wi… serpents atop, slithering, writhin…

My muse, my inspiration, my whimsi… my hidden gem, my knighted rider, she with a poem in her bewitching… at home in her secret hideaway in… who keeps heaven’s language locked…