Turn from that road’s beguiling ease; return
To your hunger’s turret. Enter, climb the stair
Chill with disuse, where the croaking toad of time
Regards from shimmering eyes your slow ascent
And the drip, drip, of darkness glimmers on the stone
To show you how your longing waits alone.
What alchemy shines from under that shut door,
Spinning out gold from the hollow of the heart?
Enter the turret of your love, and lie
Close in the arms of the sea; let in new suns
That beat and echo in the mind like sounds
Risen from sunken cities lost to fear;
Let in the light that answers your desire
Awakening at midnight with the fire,
Until its magic burns the wavering sea
And flames carress the windows of your tower.