A Distant Kind Of Love

A dove calls her mate on the moon but a sea wind calls, go not too soon for the night is young in-circles-new the waves are rolling deep and blue. So it is for you the world-was-made to lift your feathers above the wave. So dip your wingtips in the salt rock air. Brave a poles Ivory stair; if you dare. For it's here your true love's heart lies- anchored beneath the lustrous skies wave after wave, wing on wing, the dove white-creature-clung, curing Until the sun in past shadows flame up and blessed the bird's dead name. For the night is young in-circles-new the waves are rolling deep and blue. Wave after wave, wing on wing, That dove white-creature sort to cling curing - deeper and deeper rolling - deeper and deeper; the little dove flew- to the heart of the moon, to that part of the moon, that could be a cratered part of you.