Our heart was a wide open window
whenever we looked at you.
We wanted you to live forever
though we knew that we would not.
You were all light inside our darkness.
Our sun rolled round and loved you too–
love like a glistening tide, love
like silver in the morning sky
of all the days before without us
and all the days of afterwards.
Even though you left us
we could never let you go.
The nudibranch family two blocks away
answers a mighty summons from the past,
desire for love like a roof overhead, light like
light from stars long dead, like the afterlife
of your feelings now you know. There is
no god of creatures, only rocks and rain,
no thought of you in any mind, just static
and a random cat escaped from physics,
rolling in sunshine, close enough to joy.
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in the dark house, a light more
the idea of light than light, a bed
more the idea of rest than rest,
people robust or faint with no
thought for themselves–only for
a heaven less earthly than earth
more beautiful than a cup
of water from the well at noon
or dark clouds down the plain