19 (when we two first)
WHEN WE two first met my heart rang out in music, 'She who is eternally afar is beside you for ever.'
That music is silent, because I have grown to believe that my love is only near, and have forgotten that she is also far, far away.
Music fills the infinite between two souls. This has been muffled by the mist of our daily habits.
On shy summer nights, when the breeze brings a vast murmur out of the silence, I sit up in my bed and mourn the great loss of her who is beside me. I ask myself, 'When shall I have another chance to whisper to her words with the rhythm of eternity in them?'
Wake up, my song, from thy languor, rend this screen of the familiar, and fly to my beloved there, in the endless surprise of our first meeting!