Homesick for myself, for her - as, later the heatwave
breaks, the clear tones of the world
manifest: cloud, bough, wall, insect, the very soul of light,
homesick as the fluted vault of desire
articulates itself: I am the lover and the loved
home and wanderer, she who splits
firewood and she who knocks, a stranger
in the storm, two women, eye to eye
measuring each other's spirits each other's
limitless desire
Adrienne Rich
When soul happens to me, "she" exists as reflected in this music mirror with the Waterboys.
Experienced through me, my bodysoul gets female traits...
She is so beautiful
I've got no words to describe
The way she makes me feel inside
I'm flying solo
As free as light as a bird
Yet I could lay my wings down in a moment
To guard and comfort her
...
For she is like a song
She is like a ray of light
She is like children playing
Like harps and bells and cymbals playing
And she is like a wind
Moving, soothing, bringing joy
And here am I, destroyed
She is so beautiful
