Part Three:
The Princess Incumbent
Come rivers
Have a last word
Come storm
Move me
Gray clouds have hidden my love
And water seals my face
Over the stillness
Where the moth wing turns
Into the night
I find my love there
In the streams before a flood
Incumbent
In the presence
Of Being
Waiting on the flicker
Of the ocean
Anchor drawn
Course set
All present
Except the wind
For my sails
