When love is lost
or lovers lorn
When space separates
two hearts
When time and distance drive a wedge
and the warmest nights are cold
I slip into the grass
in the starry dark
the northern lights and the black
I lay in the hollow and settle in deep
reaching for a strand of divinity
Coumeenole strand reaches out to me
Not the beach, but the liquid gold
not the sand, but honey manna from heaven
It is delicious and I long long long to eat of it
and be well
And be healed of all my infirmities
my lovesick soul.