Turbulent in all
Its facets: life-wild
As water, but it
Tends toward final
Calm—a face
Looking at you & saying
"Oh, good. Oh, yes."
Trust this. My love,
The sky is mansions
Of freezing dark tonight,
But will end in soft,
Unutterably beautiful
Light at the eastern
Edges, in the cold.
That light will expand
& rise like a lazy sleeper
Over the blue curve
Of the world: but we
See a notion of sorrow
In this brightness.
& we follow it
Down.
We have no choice
(Left to our own devices,
We would surely turn to clay).
But here, everything is a sign.
Everything points to love.
No comments:
Post a Comment