It’s good to feel you are close to me in the night, love,invisible in your sleep, intently nocturnal,while I untangle my worriesas if they were twisted nets.
Withdrawn, your heart sails through dream,but your body, relinquished so, breathesseeking me without seeing me perfecting my dreamlike a plant that seeds itself in the dark.
Rising, you will be that other, alive in the dawn,but from the frontiers lost in the night,from the presence and the absence where we meet ourselves,something remains, drawing us into the light of lifeas if the sign of the shadows had sealedits secret creatures with flame.
