Where the sky loves the sea

And you see a girl's brown body
Dancing through the turquoise
And her footprints make you follow where the sky loves the sea.

And when your fingers find her
She drowns you in her body
Carving deep blue ripples in the tissues of your mind.

The tiny purple fishes
run laughing through your fingers
And you want to take her with you
to the hard land
of the winter.

(Cream / Martin Sharp - Tales of Brave Ulysses - 1967)

When I was a soldier

Well I lived with a child of snow
when I was a soldier,
and I fought every man for her
until the nights grew colder.

(Leonard Cohen, Winter Lady, 1968)