That soft and gentle air <br />concealed in the raging mistral wind <br />smoothes the hardest ragged rocks <br />formed of ancient upheavals of our souls. <br />And when the passion subsides <br />our hearts are smoothed with sated lust, <br />and into a deep, not dreamy, sleep together we ride. <br />Returning the errant and rampant mind <br />to a peaceful nest of forgetfulness, <br />and in total unity of being, we as one reside.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unity-of-being/
