Permit Me Voyage, Love, Into Your Hands.

Permit Me Voyage, Love, Into Your Hands.

And I Have Been Able To Give Freedom And Life Which Was Acknowledged In The Ecstasy Of Walking Hand In Hand Across The Most Beautiful Bridge Of The World, The Cables Enclosing Us And Pulling Us Upward In Such A Dance As I Have Never Walked And Never Can Walk With Another.

And So She Comes To Dream Herself The Tree, The Wind Possessing Her, Weaving Her Young Veins, Holding Her To The Sky And Its Quick Blue, Drowning The Fever Of Her Hands In Sunlight. She Has No Memory, Nor Fear, Nor Hope Beyond The Grass And Shadows At Her Feet.

Your Primary Presumption That The Bridge Was Proffered As An Epic Has No Substantial Foundation. You Know Quite Well That I Doubt That Our Present Stage Of Cultural Development Is So Ordered Yet As To Provide The Means Or Method For Such An Organic Manifestation As That.

It Has Taken A Great Deal Of Energy, Which Has Not Been So Difficult To Summon As The Necessary Patience To Wait, Simply Wait Much Of The Time - Until My Instincts Assured Me That I Had Assembled My Materials In Proper Order For A Final Welding Into Their Natural Form.