Part I: Vespers
Twilight touches lovers
like the birth of
aloneness.
Earth is enough
for love to
sleep and dream itself
awake.
But as each drinks his
heart from the tongue
of the one who drank
his heart;
who will there be
awake
to rise and see
light
break?
Part II: Compline
Where dream-souls live,
a certain slanting heart
leans always upward, outward, forward,
fingers stretched away from arms for fear of
One night, holding nothing.
Oh, who will tell them
nothing is
enough to hold forever?
Part III: Matins
The black of clouds can leak
the brightest of
quicksilver drops.
Beyond
the canvas sky bleeds
color to the monochrome
of earth.
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