Nightfall
The evening, creeping now
on shower-watered fields,
builds in depth; the sun bows;
wonderfully to night it yields.
I sit alone in shadowed room,
still as stone, and wait
as fate is woven on the loom
with gloom; and there I ruminate.
The outer black, a sheet
like doubt, now covers all
and falls the night, complete,
against all light a wall.
The clouds are hiding stars,
the wide world is hid away,
yet night neither hides nor mars
the glory of light of day.
A dawn will come, will burn,
upturn the rule of shade,
and I will coolly yearn
and sigh for hope remade.
Connection
On page unmarked I mark a line;
I draw it straight and true
from mine to yours and yours to mine,
made even, as is due.
In silent air I draw a word
to reach through time and space
and on your ear alight, thus heard
with harmony and grace.
By light I speak, from eye to eye,
with glistening tear and hue;
to make a circuit, photons fly
between my heart and you.
I fold the world and make it small
to hold us both in bound;
within this O, I compass all:
here infinity is found.
