In the valley where the wind was born
Your blood is my call
Your kiss a sweet sorrow
Your mercy my fall
From the bend in the river, I hear your soft cry
Born from crevices deep, from cliff sides on high
A moan there is too, smooth as flesh of the thigh
Heated and hungry
Saddened and sly
The moon up above shall guide me home soon
To the valley where the wind was born of earth’s womb.