Milk of Purity

From water she arises high,
Up from heaving sighs of ocean.
Her eyes are soothing merry fair,
Her body turns in graceful motion.

Come near, Nepenthe, hear my song!
She twirls atop the ocean swells.
Away from here a child sees dawn;
In distance ring a thousand bells.

For in her my vain hope is kept,
In her my tired love I see.
Her lips are Wine of Flourishing;
Her soul is Milk of Purity.

[1993]