Yes— light called out to me —deep —from the fine Sand —
Yes, wind had just broken apart on the — Blue
(Sweet Sparkles —this April would never — let stand —)
Yet — turning, I tore myself— yes once — away
Yes, back to —the Music beseeching — the Bay —
Yes— light called out to me —deep —from the fine Sand —
Yet — turning, I tore myself— yes once — away
That touch — still the Month — still the wise — Mystery —
The sweet still believing — the still Kiss — the key —