I tread through Terra's troughs
See how she has no notice of me
Her peak's gaze fixed on some part of herself
Then thoughts like a throng of tarpon
Mass a megrim around me
Every eager eye flies nigh
"Why, why, why..."
She questions me
It was my heart that answered
And in a heartbeat she is gone
Leaving her mist all about me
Fragrant angelica for the footing
A spice seasoning my animal spirit
Yearning for many miles before I realize
It is only clover through which I strolled
And not the perfume of a comet's tail.