Lie with me Starra. Lie with me in Simplicity"s grassy bed, Her green tendrils of tender tickling the soft flesh of our humaneness.
Lie with me Starra. Lie with me in that field we’ve seen afar – the field beyond explanations, beyond the realms of right or wrong, beyond the governance of the little gods named how and why.
Starra, let our coverings be translucent as assumptionless air. Let the breath of wordless kisses be our inspiration, the velvet seeing of acceptance our clothing.
Starra, let light and dark move our feet and hands across the conspires; let their shine be the countenance of our soul.
The day Starra is our work and the night our play. And the Evening and the Morning the echoing of every sigh.