I stood in the rain, far from home and wavering
between the profit and the loss.
I could not pick the arrows from my side.

The hours rose up, putting off stars. It was dawn.
Am I drunk or dead? The sun moved in and
I was sitting there and he came by.

Love is that one waking light.

We were very tired. We had gone
back and forth all night. The hours
that you and I have known.

How can we patch our world up,
now it’s broken? With our guilty hearts,
we waited and thought.

Love–is it the cause?

The reverential trees breezed softly.
We have not reached conclusion. There never
was a war that was not inward.

It made him see how much of what he saw
he never saw at all. And I,
I like to think I am in everything.

Love has might upon the skies.

His arm lay lightly around my shoulders.
We wandered down the street and noticed small things,
things overlooked before.

How bright the sun shines now. Last night
was a trial. It was, nevertheless,
absolutely essential to make the effort.