He has married me with a ring, a ring of bright water
Whose ripples travel from the heart of the sea.
He has married me with a ring of light, the glitter
Broadcast on the swift river.
He has married me with the sun's circle
Too dazzling to see, traced in the summer sky.
He has crowned me with the wreath of white cloud
That gathers on the snowy summit of the mountain,
Ringed me round with the world-circling wind
Bound me to the whirlwinds centre.
He has married me with the orbit of the moon
And with the boundless circle of the stars;
With the orbits that measure years, months, day and nights
Set the tides flowing,
Command the winds to travel or be at rest.
At the ring's centre
Spirit, or angel, troubling the pool
Causality not in nature
Fingers touch that summons at a point, a moment
Stars and planets, life and light
Or gathers cloud about an apex of cold
Transcendant touch of love summons my world into being.
(catch up with you all tomorrow)