The Corn Lady glides through the nights;
Those late summer nights
That feel like my Lover's flesh

The Corn Lady touches the Earth
And caresses the grain,
Smiles at the stars,
Kisses the air
Like my Lover kisses my lips.

The grain quivers upwards
The air sighs and sings
The Earth ecstatically heaves and
The stars explode and merge
To form the rising sun.