Antonio, sweet Antonio,
Caught between the two tides,
One of the Luna the other of Marez.
Drifted on angry turbulent waters,
Unsure of the quest he seeks.
The squarelling conflicts of speech,
Heard over head upon beach and sea.
The moon of Luna talks to the man of Marez.
The long unsettling conversation of the perturbed man and woman.
To beseech it be to thee,
Antonio talks fervently to the vast expanse of worldly land.
Roaring winds seem to reply.
Never ceasing storms increased in size and monstrous winds escape the blockade of clouds that was built overhead.
A cry of anger,
Ultima; a witch, a lord, a saving grace.
Speaks upon to Antonio describing the raging sea and the calm moon waters,
She calms him by telling of the one and the same speech,
The moon controls the waters of calm but the sea and other waters all share the same body.
All the same . . . .
