I walk with you on a shore where none has walked
and we are the first and only, in our own time,
and we talk of things of which not a soul has talked.
Our minds at counter-play, our hearts in rhyme,
so we find a place of the loveliest sand there can be
and move, our neighbouring bodies being as one,
and we walk and we talk and stand by the infinite sea:
in the cool of the dark of time, in the light of its sun.
This is for us. It is where a journey is over
and scarcely begun. As if we were at a meeting
of lives, or Life, and started to re-discover
the birth of being. As if we had found a meaning
that shone with the colours of light in an endless repeating
in the dark land behind the eyes of a lover.