The little river twittering in the twilight,
The wan, wandering look of the pale sky,
this is almost bliss.
And everything shut up and gone to sleep,
all the troubles and anxieties and pain
gone under the twilight.
Only the twilight now, and the soft "Sh!" of the
That will last forever.
And at last I know my love for you is here;
I can see it all, it is whole like the twilight,
It is large, so large, I could not see it before,
Because of the little lights and flickers and
Troubles, anxieties and pains.
You are the call and I am the answer,
You are the wish, and I am the fulfillment,
You are the night, and I am the day.
What else - it is perfect enough.
It is perfectly complete,
You and I,
What more-- ?
Strange, how we suffer in spite of this.
Photo: Peter Bowers