CD : Raging Low

dead sea, 11:30

if a man could pass throgh paradise in a dream, and have a flower presented to him as a pledge that his soul had really been there, and if he found that flower in his hand when he awoke- aye! and what then?

mild light sprays the scene
beauty lies within
phonic gathering
whispering

white dressed groom steps in
greeting, welcoming
shy smile suddenly
turns to thrill

bride flies inside on a gentle breeze
red hair red shoes thin white line inbetween

floating he & she
close lips greedily
kissing carefully
carelessly