Walking by the coast, I walk with gentle Mother Nature. Father Sun shines gently upon my back, his warmth courses through my veins. Beneath me, I tread upon the sands, which gently receive my feet. I hear the waves fall gently on the shore, the sound of water searches my soul. I feel the wind surround me, gently holding me close. Then I look to the hills, with its slopes gentle on a child. The gentle grasses they welcome me, my bare feet they comfort. The trees sway gently, softly and kindly they sway. Strolling up the slope, I stroll with gentle Mother Nature. Yet gentler than these, there is one. There up upon that gentle hill, a pavilion surrounded with flowers. There is one gentler that lies within that ring. My lady, she lies within the pavilion.
There is sweet, and there is fair. There is graceful, and there is kind. My lady, she encompasses all these things. These are her, and she is more. Yet these things are a distant memory, for she has not been within my sights. I search for my lady vainly, still I seek with all my heart. Long since I last beheld her, long since her warmth became my own. Now I am as good as blind, my fingers cold, my palms unfeeling. The sight of my lady makes my heart flutter. Her absence makes me frown.
I love and it pains me, because I love too much. How I long to hold her close, to feel her in my arms. Yet just the chance to see her, would be as good as gold.
Now the world and all, awaits our reunion. Look at how the ground quakes beneath. The rivers, they rage in anger. The greater waves throw themselves against endless rock. The mountains turn in disapproval. For they know that this distance should not be. And what has been apart should be brought together. There shall be no smile on earth till our eyes meet once again. No comfort till we are held close. There shall be no justice save the moment our fingers should caress the other’s cheek. No morning sun till our breath entwines as one.
Across that distant sea, I bid you, fair lady, lie beneath that distant sky. That were the sky a great mirror, I might lie beneath mine, and gaze into your eyes. For I will see you in that sky, and I will feel your breath against my neck, for it is carried in the wind.
Notsnhoj
