Outside, the snow laid like a shroud
Death’s drape upon the waiting earth
Inside, I let the silence drain
My ego’s analysising worth
The atmosphere was warm and kind
With fire-warmth breathing from the grate
Red wine to stimulate and soothe
My passage through the listening gate
I heard a word, so petal soft
Pure harmony of sound and light
Beneath my brain’s incessant chatter
Deep inside the dance of matter
And waiting, waiting with sweet love
The king drew back my shaking veil
And planted kisses of sweet now
Upon the lips that sought his grail