He took me to the sea and asked, “What do you see, my Love?”
“The white surge lifting and falling,” I said.
And he set up the sea to tantalizingly undulate.
It then heaved and halted and hurled and painted a thousand hues.
He tenderly lifted my head and asked, “What do you see, my Love?”
“The clouds floating”, I said.
And he spun an omen of hope in their wispy trails.
They then carved the plaited girl, the majestic lion, the couple locked in love.
He pointed into the morning sky and asked, “What do you see, my Love?”
“A scarlet flame,” I said.
And he lit up its sublime and incomparable splendor.
The Sun then came to be.
He showed me the dickey birds and asked, “What do you see, my Love?”
“Birds flapping their wings,” I said.
And he taught them to fly unscaled heights.
They then flew from steep slopes to rocky piles, into the infinite welkin blue.
He swayed me on the swing and asked, “What you see, my Love?”
“Rivers and trees and cattle,” I said.
And he swayed me again.
I then saw a thousand beautiful dreams, of mirth and passion and love.
He looked into my eyes and asked, “What you see, my Love?”
“The sea, the clouds, the Sun, the birds, the world” I said.
And he blinked mischievously.
I then saw that it was he who made my world!!!
