I have words that will touch you.
I have words that will touch me.
I have words that will touch other worlds
Beyond you and me, where synoptic galaxies
Wander about humming the silence of diamond
Stars and broken men.
I am armed with words, my friend, and yet I long
For the word, that word, which like the constant
Angel, shall bind and moor our hearts
Forever, and perhaps then this world and
That world shall become One World,
In the rain'.
What is that word that
I look for my friend?
Oh, who is that word?