Steps are taken, Steps are walked Down towards the heavy shores Where a maid plays her harp To the sounds of the gulf, She adores. I am in the arms of emptiness, As my form makes up The universe, eclipsed from light. The purpose in love Is to feel its warmth, To feel the wash of pain away From where innocence comes to play. I want to kiss, As I want a kiss Nested upon my bare arms, For they have carried too heavily Themselves, without another one held. Another love Falls from the sky, Is caught Before she descends into the tide. Where does beauty have its reflection, In the ocean's white, Or in the sky's blue? She shall see What can come to be Of our departure and romance To the firmament Of who we are, without distance, Only newness In love's elegant entrance.