In the night my soul goes to the tiny garden which lies around any given corner.

There, it begins to sing and whisper, to dance and dream until the moon becomes a girl and is drawn from the sky into play.

My father Saturn smiles, and lends us his rings.

And then we dance and kiss, laughing as we give the flowers legs and wings. And we sing your name, in joyful renewal of the ancient way.

Someday your heart will become seven, and you will come to dance with us from the sky. To play once more where our dreams and hope live, flying like transparent horses across the surf of that sacred ocean whose name is never spoken.

Whose name would shatter worlds.