Chapter Fifty-Eight

The earth trembled as you passed by,        

Turning everything sacred as you walked.        

And you set your blue eyes upon me for the first time,        

speaking at me with the depth of the night         

...like a nightingale who doesn't need its wings to fly.        

What a blessing it is to be worthy of your look.        

I have seen rain on the desert,        

and all impossible things coming true.        

All of my prayers carry your name.       &nbs