Your step, Gentle and light. Your whisper, Reversing the blight I seem to hold in abstraction To my mind, Siphoned out in distortion, To your heart. I love With a flame, inextinguishable. Please dance Past the meadows Where crying children Accompany thee Through the murky waters Of a pond, to find me. I am one Of whispered puling. I am none Of someone, whose rain has lifted From his feet, to his eyes. Can you hold One more child? In arms, Can you hold The lost one? Your beauty is a startling sight To calm the beast, in its avenues of fright.