For what I beheld In the grasp of my stare Was the sheer beauty Of a thousand mornings and more. Like life never faded from her To create an evening's solemn colors Of drowned shades. My love guides a current Out from her eyes, While I do not hold back My own that see the smoothed grass Over the flaming meadows, Where once we danced, as now memories of bliss In the arms of something carried for miles. My blood has become frozen, My face has become stilled, More dead than your own. Love erases silence When memories leak against the writhing world. Love still teems even in these broken arms. For I held my world in a cradle Of broken timber, Of each twig still carrying their leaves To the shores where each tear sweeps to be adored. Whatever feels the void Knows what to avoid, In more pain, demands more gentleness, In the keenest interest to see the sunrise.