I HAVE MET THEE where the night touches the edge of the day; where the light startles the darkness into dawn, and the waves carry the kiss of the one shore to the other.
From the heart of the fathomless blue comes one golden call, and across the dusk of tears I try to gaze at thy face and know not for certain if thou art seen.

THE MUSCLE that has a doubt of its wisdom
throttles the voice that would cry.

WE TWO LAY sunk in the dusk of dreams;
the time of awakening has come
waiting for the last word from you.
Turn your face to me
and with a tear-dimmed glance
make the sorrow of parting
ever beautiful.
The morning will appear with its early star
on the far-distant sky of loneliness.
The pain of this farewell night has been captured in my vina-strings,
the lost glory of love will remain woven in my visions.
Open with your own hands the door
towards final separation.