We need old fear to pose new trust
And rid its wisdom onto us—
The anxiety: every time
I remember
How two becomes a healthy one,
Like sky and sea or moon and sun—
One adorable horizon
Or one eclipse.
The blue roof stretches on until
The mountain tops curfew my view,
And then this shallow perspective
Resurrects inactive passions.
So then how far would feelings flee
Before I found you next to me—
Beneath eclipse, sun, moon, sky, or
By any sea.
Entire typhoons have been taught
To keep peace with Amphitrite:
And Cupid once will strike all hearts—
Weak and mighty.