My arm enclasps, one who unmoved by me, grew up and bloomed, to other worlds.
– Stefan George
My child came home, the sea-wind tangled in his hair, his gait still rocks, with conquered fears and young desires for quest.
– Stefan George
Your eyes were dim with distant dreams, you tended, no more with care the holy fief and knew, in every space the breath of living ended -Now lift your head for joy has come to you.