Sonnets from the Cycle of Man V

I was very young; thou wert very wise.

I knew not; thou knew it all, oh so well!

Adventures to discover th' hidden prize,

Of exotic lands unknown thou didst tell

Beneath corset, breastplate, girdle and gown.

Thou took my hand to uncharted pink isles

Each with a bright red hill topping the town.

Then to soft and drifting desert of styles

I was brought, pure white and shivering at

My touch; further I am led, the fountain

Of life, the giver of love, and at that

I dwell, and my heart becomes a mountain.

   Your tenderness I shall remember

   Always, so pen this love child, dear

      mother.