Allen Ginsberg:
The weight of the world
Is love
Under the burden
Of solitude
Under the burden
Of dissatisfaction

The weight
The weight we carry
Is love

But we carry the weight
Wearily
And so must rest
In the arms of love
At last
Must rest in the arms
Of love

No rest
Without love
No sleep
Without dreams
Of love–
The warm bodies
Shine together
In the darkness
The hand moves
To the center
Of the flesh
The skin trembles
In happiness
And the soul comes
Joyful to the eye–

Yes, yes
That’s what
I wanted
I always wanted
I always wanted
To return
To the body
Where I was born

Alex Henry Foster:
We all wish to find a place, to go back as a friend
To hear our names from the high-wave stand
We all wish to find a place

We all wish to find a place, to go back as a lover
We stir and swirl, we kneel and hope, we cry and pray
Trying to follow
We all wish to find a place, to go back as a lover
To feel the tide from our high-wave stand

In the shadows between the lights
In the shadows of our evening tides
I never learned how to swim
Like water in my hands, on your lips

In the shadows of our evening tides
In the shadows between the lights
In the shadows of our evening tides
In the shadows between the lights