Where have you been?
I've been stuck at this threshold
Like an image of your waywardness
As it flashes before my eyes, your eyes of pure candour
I will wait at this threshold
As I wait for the showers
That bring me relief
Every June.
At the behest of this circle
You are being summoned to re-enter
Halfway, that's least
Last me this December
And then perchance you can leave again
After we say good-bye