THE night was a failure
but why not — ?
In the darkness
with the pale dawn seething at the
window
through the
black frame
I
could not be free,
not free myself from the past, those others- —
and our love was a confusion,
there was a horror,
you recoiled away from
me.
Now, in the morning
As we sit in the sunshine on the seat by the
little shrine,
And
look at the mountain-walls,
Walls of blue shadow,
And see so near at our feet
in the meadow
Myriads of dandelion pappus
Bubbles ravelled in the dark green
grass
Held still
beneath the sunshine- —
It is enough, you are near- —
The mountains are balanced,
The dandelion seeds stay half-submerged in the
grass;
You and I
together
We hold
them proud and blithe
On our love.
They stand upright on our love,
Everything starts from
us,
We are the
source.
BEUERBERG