WAVING slowly before me, pushed into
the dark,
Unseen my
hands explore the silence, drawing the
bark
Of my body slowly
behind.
Nothing to meet my fingers but the
fleece of night
Invisible blinding my face and my eyes! What if
in
their flight
My
hands should touch the door!
What if I suddenly stumble, and push
the door
Open, and a
great grey dawn swirls over my feet,
before
I can draw
back!
What if unwitting I set the door of
eternity wide
And am
swept away in the horrible dawn, am gone
down
the tide
Of eternal
hereafter!
Catch my hands, my darling, between
your breasts.
Take
them away from their venture, before fate
wrests
The meaning out of
them.