The Dead of Night

Because I met you in the dead of night
Your eyes seemed brighter than the sky. Unknown
Stars played in rings together and alone
In the blue cage of darkness. There was light
From other sources, and, however slight,
It lit your body as if the light were bone,
White shafts appearing, zone by zone.
Your skin shone as if for some holy rite.

Uncannily, you took the measure of
All things: all stars, all travellers, all speech.
I hoped that you or I could speak of love,
Although I thought not even you could teach
Love. You extended a delicate white glove.
I did not think it was within my reach.

Our Hearts, part 1