The Secret Member

July breathed the fragrance of sweet hay, I fell to musing, gave my doubts free rein — What lies beyond that blue chain of mountains? Where does the river wind its crooked way? Am I not a secret member? Yes! A secret member of a wondrous brotherhood, Where conscience is the highest wealth, Where there is no place for cunning or betrayal. Be a bit more active, my darling, After all, we are not merely close friends. We, as the common program decrees, Must merge into a solid monolith. And our union is unshakable, I am certain, Reliable, verified by electronics, It is subject neither to time nor death, We fear neither angels nor devils. July breathed the fragrance of sweet hay, I press my cheek to the attic window. Am I not a secret member? Why don't you go... to meet the Sun!