Enter the turret of your love, and lie

close in the arms of the sea; let in new suns

that beat and echo in the mind like sounds

risen from sunken cities lost to fear;

let in the light that answers your desire

awakening at midnight with the fire,

until its magic burns the wavering sea

and flames caress the windows of your tower.

 

from Denise Levertov, The Sea’s Wash In The Hollow Of The Heart…