That soft and gentle air
concealed in the raging mistral wind
smoothes the hardest ragged rocks
formed of ancient upheavals of our souls.
And when the passion subsides
our hearts are smoothed with sated lust,
and into a deep, not dreamy, sleep together we ride.
Returning the errant and rampant mind
to a peaceful nest of forgetfulness,
and in total unity of being, we as one reside.
David Taylor
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unity-of-being/
