At last, my heart has known your mists that move,
And swirl, and sweeten all that begs to share.
I grasped beyond my spirit’s closet-grave
And freed it, dancing, bathing, deep’ning there.

Intoxicantress, send me faerie rains
To slake my thirsting, as a victor praised.
Within your dew, I dart from gaol’s constrains–
When laced with you, I ever am unclosed.

The promise of your promised calming shower
Suspends my heart’s suspended disbelief
And wills unto this sated raconteur
A show’r of hopes and dreads to share for life.

Let angered Titans strew their storms of fear
My tempest ends eternal as you near.