Dr. GURU speaks,
Shimmers and thoughts of you...
Another log and the bellows which make it burn true.
Now is my Sun-set...as you are my Sun-rise.
Do not doubt, for each dawn shows us tender memories under these murky skies.
Raindrops now heard...when once were better felt.
Another kiss I wish when love in these letters are mailed.
The GURU must now sleep.
