Never too many fish in a swift creek, never too much water for fish to live in. No place is too small for lovers, nor can lovers see too much of the world. An ecstatic seed planted anywhere on earth comes up with this crop we plant. The music of a reed flute heard anywhere floats in the air as proof of our loving. I say, Bring the simple wine that makes me loose and free. You say, There’s a hurricane coming! And I say, Let’s have some wine then, and sit here like old statues and watch. The prophets all were commanded to stay in the company of lovers. We take warmth from fire, but fire goes out in the presence of ashes.