More beautiful is the accord between souls
than the moon`s halo, or the sun`s shadow
in a desert grove, but the time must be ripe.
Like the red leaves on the vine
or the purple on the fig
there is a waiting, and, as well, some artifice,
and a deft touch of Providence
before it is accomplished.
Then they become a spiritual cocoon,
they are both in tune
for the work they must do.

Reg Naulty.