She once groomed and slew love like livestock
She dropped second love over the cliff.
Now she is finding her shadow and seeking 
Dialogue with the brooding ghosts 
 
I will seek her sterling smiles
I will find her virginal vestiges 
To break the huge avalanche in my gaping soul  
We will fly and glide and glide and fly  
Like courting eagles; like dating butterflies 
Against the whirl storms of doubts
Against the whirl storms of ghosts.