The Clouds Are At Rest

High upon my castle mount,
Bridges of stone and sky
Creeping across battered times
Coming to my place—
Where the dreams of destined men
Reassure a passionate woman.

How beauty comes from such gray lines,
And encompass you—
As the clouds are at rest.

Believe in your faith,
Or what you mean to me
Because that is all it shall be,
When I grace your passionate face.