Sometimes, apart in sleep, by chance,
You fall out of my arms, alone,
Into the chaos of your separate trance.
My eyes gaze through your forehead, through the bone,
And see where in your sleep distress has
Its path, which on your lips is
And on your hands and in your dream forlorn.
Restless, you turn to me and
Those timid words against my
Which thunder at my heart like stones."Mercy," you plead,
Then "Who can bless?"You ask. "I am pursued by Time," you moan.
I watch that precipice of
You tread, naked in naked distress.
To that deep care we are
Beneath the wildness of our
And shuddering horror of our dream,
Where unmasked agony is permitted.
Our bodies, stripped of clothes that seem,
And our souls, stripped of beauty's mesh,
Meet their true selves, their charms outwitted.
This pure trance is the
That speaks no language but the
Our angel with our devil
In the atrocious dark nor do they
But each forgives and greets,
And their mutual terrors
Within our married miracle.
