On the river bank stood Ky
As your Goddess, oh, Earth, as your
Sensual hourglass. And she let go,from her fragrant arms
One drop of blood after another, with faith and will –
To be one with the stream, to run and to hide, to scream, then to hold
The wonders of life in her chest. Ky whispered of me
To the leaves, while the water played with her feet tenderly.
The river went to the moon, and, each evening, once,
The moon went to the sea. And for each drop of Ky, the sea heard my tale once more
And wore my cross for me and let me live for her tomorrow.