The embodiment of what lies at the core of dreams, in limbs that move as in a dance; the thrust at the heart of eyes that pour deep violet on one's lap, the music that follows, the throb at the top of the head: what are these but indices to what can never be attained! Some warriors died thus the sun flashing in their eyes, and others in wet sand not able to withstand the drag of watervoices and the treachery in ears!
