silently if,out of not knowable

night’s utmost nothing,wanders a little guess

(only which is this world)more my life does

not leap than with the mystery of your smile

sings or if(spiralling as luminous

they climb oblivion)voices who are dreams,

less into heaven certainly earch swims

than each my deeper death becomes your kiss

losing through you what seemed myself,i find

selves unimaginably mind;beyond

sorrow’s own joys and hoping’s very fears

yours is the light by which my spirit’s born:

yours is the darkness of my soul’s return

--you are my sun,my moon,and all my stars