Over the edge of the days
My wonder has fallen
To be scattered and lost away,
Down from the temples of my love of you …

From the temples of blue jade
The downward flight of all the Chinese angels
Diving together,
With their white phoenixes attendant,
Plumes, arms, voices intertwirling,
All heaven falling,
Green with the touch of earth
Grievous with laughter,
Embracing, thrown apart,
And then, below,
Inwound for the upward flight again,
The crested flight,
To the temples of white jade …

To the changing temples of my love of you.