Poem II (undated)

Deep as the sea, deep as the soul,
      purple and blue in the well of sound;
Carry the notes, carry the song
      trembling, panting and keening on.
So the mysteries, so the old truths
      are sought in the shadows of time
Carry the words, carry the tune
      swiftly on high to the Lady of the Moon.
Wailing, mournful wailing of the pipes
      our grief and desire echo in their cry
Carry the stories, carry them on
      sing them to every gray-streaked dawn.
Deep as the sea, fast as the dance,
      in sorrow and hope we beat, we chant
Chanting the message, dancing the round
      purple and blue in the deep well of sound.