After I awoke this morning,

I went outside into the dark near the garden where the roses grow

and the rosemary...white, yellow, pink, red, and scent of roses and sage filled in the space

beneath the dogwood tree.

In the sky there was a dull white round light. Some say, That's only the moon!

But I say it is the grand tug boat of the night

tugging at the seven seas, the great bays, the tidal rivers, and even

the various sands and loeses of the deserts of the earth. Only the waters of the Gulf of Mexico and the Mediterranean

are not responsive to this tug. Who knows why?

And the stars that are night birds that sing the hymnody of the moon

in golden and red whispers

sang, Come to me; come to me.

This is a love story.