3. The Air Is The Only
Author: Ned Rorem
The air is the only
Lonely bearer
Of the one breath
Of Love's wayfarer.
The sea's too wet
To forgive.
Its salty ranges:
Change changes.
But sing flesh,
Sinew and bone,
And mostly blood,
The fine wood
In which we hive
The dead and alive,
The hollow vein
And love's rain.